Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Ambrose
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Danny leaned against the bar, the heavy club music pounding in his ears. He had ordered a drink, but when it arrived, he frowned. He picked up the glass, staring at it in confusion.
This wasn't what he ordered. He'd ordered a Jack and Coke, not... this .
Someone cleared their throat beside him.
"I'm sorry, I think our drinks got mixed up," they said. Danny turned and his breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening slightly. Well, aren't you pretty...
"Right, here, sorry," Danny said, swapping the mixed up drink for his own with an easy smile.
Ambrose glanced at the pretty bleached blond man at the bar, taking the Old Fashioned from his hand and taking a sip. His eyes scanned over the man, taking in the denim vest with patches of band logos, the loose muscle tank top, the tight black jeans, the tattoos over nearly every inch of visible skin, the angular face and features. He was attractive. Very attractive.
Ambrose himself wore his usual dark black suit and crisp white dress shirt, though the jacket was left unbuttoned and he had foregone a tie. His diamond cufflinks matched his diamond stud earring, the thick platinum chain around his neck matching the Cartier watch on her wrist and the thick titanium rings on his fingers - including one large ring on his middle finger in the shape of a skull with ruby eyes.
Ambrose smirked at the shorter man, raising his glass again in a small salute.
"Thank you," he said, his deep and gravelly voice almost like a purr.
Danny watched as Ambrose studied him. He felt a flicker of appreciation in his chest. Well, he's certainly got some class, the singer thought, his eyes moving from Ambrose's expensive clothes to the rings on his fingers - goddamn. Rich and good-looking. Dangerous combo.
He returned the salute with a charming smile, lifting his glass as well.
"No problem," he replied, his soft but slightly rough voice smooth. He tried not to shiver at the sound of Ambrose's voice. Damn.
"I'm Daniel, by the way," he added. Definitely won't be using my stage name for this one.
Ambrose rested his hand on the bar, turning the glass between his long fingers until the liquor inside caught the light.
"Ambrose," he replied, a hint of French in his voice. "A pleasure, I'm sure, Daniel." Ambrose's eyes flickered over the tattoos visible on Danny's arms and neck, the tattoo of a small heart on his right cheek, the rose on his throat. This man was a walking work of art.
"Kudos to your tattoo artist," Ambrose said, rumbling voice tinged with amusement. "They certainly turned you into a beautiful canvas."
Damn, French... his voice sounded like the purr of a well-tuned engine, and Danny had to admit he was liking the sound of it.
His heart thumped a little faster in his chest. He wondered how those hands would feel against his skin, how that deep voice would sound when whispering in his ear. Focus, Danny. Focus, damn it.
He chuckled and gave a brief shrug, gesturing to the tattoos on his arms.
"Thanks," he said, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. "Took years to get all these done."
Ambrose smirked slightly, raising his glass to his lips. for another drink.
"And how many years would that be?" he asked casually, like he wasn't fishing for Danny's age. He absolutely was, but he could be subtle.
Danny chuckled and lifted his own glass, taking a sip as he considered the question. He knew it was an almost-obvious attempt to find out his age, and the subtle smirk on Ambrose's face hinted at the man's clear intent.
Smooth. Danny lowered his glass and rolled up his left sleeve a bit more, revealing an intricate sleeve of black ink.
"I started getting 'em as soon as I turned 18," he said, his smirk remaining. "Guessing from that subtle fishing question I know what you're looking for. I'll be forty-two next month."
"Well, isn't that a coincidence," Ambrose chuckled, deep and rumbling like thunder over the sea. "I'll be forty-three soon as well. I'm surprised though, you don't look a day over thirty."
Ambrose tapped his finger on the glass in his hand, his intense blue eyes like ocean storms as he leaned on the bar beside Danny's barstool. He wasn't standing close enough to be considered too close for casual conversation, though. He wanted to stay within the range of straight men for now, at least until he got a better read on the other man.
Danny laughed when he said that, the sound soft but husky. He had to admit he was enjoying how the deep rumble of Ambrose's voice caressed his senses, sending pleasant shivers down his spine.
A part of him wanted Ambrose closer, damn it. He had a few drinks and he was far from tipsy, so the part of his brain responsible for any logical thinking was still going strong. He wanted Ambrose, but he also wanted to know what intentions the man had. Was Ambrose straight? Bi? Gay? He'd hate being rejected right now.
"You're not so bad either," he said with a cocky grin.
Ambrose raised his glass to take a sip of his drink, intense blue eyes locked on the other man. The sleeve of his suit pulled slightly, revealing the ink that ended just above his wrist.
"Why, thank you, I do try," Ambrose murmured, a slight smirk on his lips.
Danny's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the ink on Ambrose's wrist, his initial assumption that the man was straight now faltering. A bit of a Daddy.
Danny's smirk widened a bit, and he tilted his head slightly, studying the slightly older man. He'd already decided that the man probably knew exactly what effect his voice had on those who heard it - it was a dangerous weapon, and Danny knew his own voice was too. Hell.
"I bet you have the ladies swooning all over you," he teased.
Ambrose inclined his head, his free hand pressing to his chest in mock modesty.
"If they do, I tend not to notice," he replied, chuckling. Pretty voice. Pretty face, pretty eyes... Pretty boy. I bet he's a baby boy...
Danny laughed, the sound a little softer as he imagined what Ambrose's laugh would sound like right next to his ear. He couldn't stop himself from imagining the deep, rumbling chuckle next to his ear, warm breath against his skin, strong hands on his waist as-- For Christ's sake, Danny! Get your head out of the gutter!
"Don't notice, or just ignore them?" He asked, his voice taking on a hint of flirtatiousness. "I can probably guess which."
Flirting. He's flirting. Not straight, then. Ambrose took a small step closer, just an inch, but shrinking the distance between them from Acceptable Straight Man Conversation distance to Slightly Less Straight.
"With pretty things like you to look at instead, why on earth would I pay fawning women any mind?" Ambrose purred, resting his hand and drink on the bar.
Oh damn.
Danny's stomach did a flip-flop when Ambrose moved a step closer, his mind immediately imagining a hand on his hip as the man leaned in even closer. There was no denying the low, sultry timbre in his voice when he spoke - a slight shiver ran down Danny's spine, his heart thudding as he took in the man's words.
God. This man was smooth.
Danny laughed breathlessly and took a step closer as well, now just barely outside that acceptable space distance.
"You're damn charming."
"Thank you, it comes with being French," Ambrose replied, chuckling slightly. His eyes watched Danny with interest for a moment before he glanced at his watch. 8:35pm. He had time. Not much, but he had time.
"So, tell me, Daniel, do you tend to ignore the women who fawn over you?" Ambrose asked.
Danny chuckled, his eyes locking on Ambrose's watch as the man checked it. There was no ring or tan line for one, so maybe he was single? Was that his subtle way of asking if Danny was into women at all?
His eyes moved back to Ambrose's face, a cheeky grin appearing on his own.
"Depends on what you mean by ignore," he said, his voice still a little low and sultry. "Sometimes I like to string them along, see how far they go."
Bisexual? Or Pan, maybe.
Ambrose glanced down at Danny's hands - tattooed just like the rest of him, but ringless. Ambrose made sure that none of his rings were on that finger when he wore them, so was confident that it had been noticed.
"I'm sure you're quite the heartbreaker," Ambrose mused with a small laugh.
No ring. Danny's eyes flicked down to Ambrose's ring finger, taking note of the lack of jewelry on the man's finger. He tried to keep the relief from showing on his face, though he couldn't help the rush of excitement that went through him.
He grinned at the other man, a hint of confidence in the expression.
"Maybe," he said, taking another step closer. They were definitely not within that straight man space now. "You jealous?"
Ambrose set his glass on the bar with a soft clink, his hand moving from it to pinch Danny's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting the shorter man's face up.
"Now why on earth would I be jealous?" he purred, raising an eyebrow. "You're talking to me right now, aren't you?"
Oh God...
The touch on his chin sent a shiver through Danny's body, his breath catching in his throat. He let Ambrose tilt his head up without fighting it, his breathing coming in a little shallow as he stared up at the man.
He tried to ignore the small voice in his head begging the man to push him against the bar, to pin him in place against the hard edge, to--
Danny swallowed, his cheeks heating up.
"Because I'd look damn good on your arm," he replied huskily.
"That you would," Ambrose agreed, shifting his hand to grip Danny's chin with his full hand, curling his fingers over the other man's jaw. "You'd make a lovely trophy, Daniel."
Ambrose was tempted. Very, very tempted. But he had business in less than an hour and he didn't like to rush things. And he especially wouldn't want to rush things with someone so pretty.
"It's such a shame that tonight just isn't in the cards," he murmured. "I'd love to see you spread out under me, but I have business soon. A shame."
Spreading him out under him.
Jesus.
Danny's breath caught as the words washed over him, his eyes closing for a split second before they opened again, locking on Ambrose's gaze. He had a feeling the man could see the effect he had on him - the shiver in his body, the way his breath seemed just a little too shallow, the blush on his cheeks.
His voice was a little breathless as he spoke.
"I-" he swallowed, trying to keep his voice from breaking. "...Tonight isn't in the cards?"
"Unfortunately not, pretty boy," Ambrose sighed, thumb caressing Danny's jaw. "But believe me, if I were not dealing with a prior engagement, I would absolutely make that pretty voice of yours sing."
Ambrose glanced at his watch again, frowning.
Pretty voice, pretty boy, Danny tried to keep himself from shuddering at the words, his mind swirling with the thoughts that came with them. The small touches from Ambrose were driving him a bit insane, especially the fingers on his chin and the thumb caressing his jaw, his whole body practically yearning for more .
He let out a little gasp when Ambrose looked at the watch again, trying to hide the disappointment that came with it. "...How long until that prior engagement?"
"Not long enough, I'm afraid," Ambrose muttered, glancing up from his watch to scan the club. He frowned as he spotted the people he was supposed to be meeting with. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to go."
Ambrose pulled his hand away from Danny's chin, reaching into the interior pocket of his suit jacket and holding out a card. It was a business card for a different club.
Désir Mystique.
"I'll be there tomorrow night at 8," Ambrose said, picking his drink back up and finishing it. "I recommend looking it up before you decide if you would like to join me there."
Danny's eyes went to the card that Ambrose held out, taking it with a little frown. The disappointment of the man leaving just when things were getting interesting was strong in his chest, but the promise of meeting him again tomorrow had his heart fluttering slightly.
Desire Mystique, huh?
His eyes flicked back up to Ambrose, the desire to keep the man there with him growing. He didn't want him to leave, he wanted to spend more time with him.
"And if I decide to not join you?"
"I would be rather disappointed, I admit," Ambrose replied, setting his empty glass down. "But it's your choice. Especially given the specialty of that club."
Ambrose waved down the bartender.
"Add this man's tab to mine - for the whole night, please," he told the bartender, gesturing to Danny. The bartender nodded and started tapping on the POS system to add Danny's drinks onto Ambrose's tab.
Ambrose turned back to Danny, taking one of his hands and pressing his lips to the blond's knuckles.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Daniel, I hope to see you again," he murmured before dropping Danny's hand and walking away, heading toward the group of people he was meant to be meeting with.
Disappointed.
The fact that the man would be disappointed if Danny didn't show up to this Desire Mystique place meant something about him being interested, right? At least a little. He didn't get his hopes up completely, but it was a nice thought.
A shiver ran down his spine when his hand was kissed, his heart thudding in his chest. It was such a gentlemanly move, and Danny had always had a weakness for a gentleman.
"Likewise," he said quietly, watching Ambrose walk away.
The rest of the night, Danny's mind was filled with thoughts of Ambrose. His mind kept going to the man's words, his voice, and his presence . He didn't know how many times his mind had gone to a different type of night, one with them at Desire Mystique...
But he did make himself look up the place, wanting to see what this specialty was that Ambrose had mentioned.
Danny stared at the screen of his phone.
Désire Mystique was a BDSM club. A very sophisticated and high end BDSM club. It wasn't a kinky night out of fun sort of place, it was the sort of place where you went when BDSM wasn't just a fun thing in the bedroom, but a whole lifestyle.
Wow.
As Danny scrolled through the website for Desire Mystique on his phone, his eyes went wide at the information. Yeah, he knew it was a BDSM place - that much was clear in the name.
But it was serious about it. There was an application process, and the cost to get in was… a lot more than he expected. But the more he looked through the website, the more interest started to grow inside of him.
As he looked through the application, he started filling it out subconsciously. The thing that got his attention, however, was the section where it asked about relationship status and preferences for honorifics.
Single, not looking.
Single, looking for casual.
Single, Looking for serious.
In a relationship.
In a relationship, looking for a third.
He paused when he got to the part about honorifics, his mind racing. The list of honorifics was long and incredibly inclusive. He went through each option, reading over them slowly before choosing which one worked for him. Single, looking for serious. And he scanned over the list of possible honorifics, his gaze skimming slowly down to the submissive list.
He scanned the lines there. Puppy, good boy, pet. Pretty boy, darling, sweet boy. Little one, baby boy, precious.
Danny swallowed.
All of those just gave him all kinds of ideas that went straight south. But he could imagine Ambrose's voice saying those names to him, and his heart thumped in his chest. It also seemed like the place would accommodate his more… unique desires.
He kept filling out the application, trying to ignore the way his mind kept going to Ambrose and the possible interactions they could have at the place. He filled it all out and submitted it, closing out of the website to wait for a response.
The next day, Danny woke up to an email from Désire Mystique customer relations.
Congratulations, your application has been accepted! You've been assigned a membership ID number that you can use to access the club. You may attend the club at any time during regular business hours with this ID and will have exclusive access to playrooms and shows while your membership is active.
Please allow for two to five business days for your physical card to be mailed to the provided address on your application. However, your ID number is already activated and ready to be used immediately, simply give it to the doorman and he will look you up in our system.
Thank you for your interest in Désire Mystique, and welcome to the community!
Damn.
He had honestly expected to not be accepted, to find out that the place was too high class to accept a guy like him. But the email showed otherwise, letting him know that his application had been accepted.
A membership ID number? Exclusive access to playrooms and shows?
He let himself feel excited at the possibilities that came with that. Not to mention, he had the number already and could get in anytime.
Ambrose had said he would be there tonight, at 8pm.
That was all Danny needed to know.
He spent most of the day getting ready - doing his hair, getting cleaned up, making sure that he looked as good as he could for later that night. He kept checking the time throughout the day, his excitement growing every minute.
He didn't even know if anything would happen tonight, but he was just so curious to see what the place was like.
8pm couldn't come fast enough for him.
7:45pm hit and Danny was already out the door, eager to get to the club. He had his ID number and the knowledge that Ambrose would be there, and it was all he really needed.
It didn't take him too long for him to get there, and he was glad he had decided to dress up a bit. He pulled up to the club, stopping his car and turning it off with a deep breath.
Showtime.
The doorman only took a moment to let Danny in, looking him up in the system before opening the door for him with a smile.
"Enjoy your evening, sir," he said, nodding to Danny.
The interior of the club was understated extravagance at its finest. Sleek black marble floors, deep burgundy walls with dark wood wainscoting, tasteful gold accents and a sleek aesthetic. There was a bar lining one wall, a stage on the other that was currently in use for a burlesque dancer, and numerous tables with leather armchairs at each one. It wasn't crowded, but there was a decent amount of people. On the far wall, there was a hallway that led to the private playrooms.
And sitting in one of the leather armchairs at a table near the back of the club, was Ambrose. Sipping a glass of bourbon, wearing yet another dark black suit and crisp white dress shirt, though the jacket was left unbuttoned and he had once again foregone a tie. His diamond cufflinks matched his diamond stud earring, the thick platinum chain around his neck matching the Cartier watch on his wrist and the thick titanium rings on his fingers.
Damn...
He let himself be led inside the place, surprised at how high end and classy it actually was. The décor was elegant but dark, the perfect aesthetic for a place that was supposed to cater to some more risque desires.
He started through the room, looking at everything with a hint of excitement in his eye. His gaze paused when he spotted the hallway that led to the private places, his mind immediately going to everything that might go on there.
And there the man he had been thinking about all goddamn day was. Sitting there like he owned the place.
Ambrose raised his crystal glass to his lips, taking a sip of bourbon while his eyes were locked on the stage. The evening was already shaping up to be enjoyable, if the performance was anything to go by, but he was preoccupied with the thoughts of the pretty blond he had met the night before.
Even just watching the man sitting there had Danny's heart fluttering in his chest. He looked like he should be the boss of a goddamn mafia, all suave and sophisticated. The more Danny watched him the more confident he felt that he already knew what the man's tastes were.
He made his way towards the table, stopping a few feet in front of him and clearing his throat softly to announce his presence.
Ambrose glanced up at him, almost doing a double take. He sat up, setting his glass down on the table.
"Daniel," he said with a small smile. "You decided to come. I'm glad. Please, have a seat."
The way that Ambrose looked at him when he saw him had Danny's heart flutter a little more. That little smile that he flashed had him trying to not grin like an idiot at how pleased he seemed to see him there.
He sat down across from Ambrose in the chair, sitting there with his hands in his lap as he looked at the man.
"I told you I would," he said, giving him a little grin. "Glad I did, the place is pretty cool."
"I'm glad you like it," Ambrose said. His eyes never left Danny as he raised his hand. A woman in a cocktail dress and heels walked over, eyes down and a tray in her hand. "A drink for my friend here, please. And our profiles."
The woman nodded and walked off to the bar to get the drink first.
"I hope it's not too presumptuous of me to ask for your profile," Ambrose said, leaning back in his chair and smiling slightly. "But I had hoped that you coming to see me here would mean you were interested."
Danny watched the woman walk away, letting his eyes linger on her body for a moment before looking back towards Ambrose. His heart gave a little flutter at the mention of getting his profile. It was a little presumptuous, maybe, but it only served to prove to him even further that the man knew exactly what he was doing.
He leaned back in his chair too, crossing one leg over the other and giving him a smirk. "Oh, I'm definitely interested," he said. "Guess that's pretty obvious by me showing up here."
"Indeed," Ambrose murmured, eyes unabashedly trailing over Danny's legs. The dark jeans and dark button down he was wearing were a far cry from the rocker outfit he had worn the night before and Ambrose had to admit, it suited Danny very well.
The waitress returned, setting a crystal glass in front of Danny and pouring him a fresh bourbon straight from the bottle before setting a silver plate down in front of each of them, each plate with a black envelope. When she walked away, Ambrose picked up the envelope on his plate and held it out to Danny.
"My profile," he said.
The way Ambrose looked over him didn't go unnoticed by Danny. He could tell that Ambrose definitely liked the more casual look he had going on, probably because it looked so damn different from his regular style.
He thanked the waitress once she set the bourbon down, watching as she placed the envelope on the table. His eyes flicked between his own and Ambrose's, his heart nearly skipping a beat at that. It shouldn't have been as exciting as it was, just exchanging little black envelopes - but the fact that he knew what they actually were?
He looked back up at Ambrose and smirked again, taking the envelope that was offered and opening it, his heartbeat racing as he started to read what was in it.
Ambrose Cromwell, 42. Dominant. Daddy Dom, Rope Rigger, Owner. Single, looking for serious. Preferred Honorifics: Daddy, Sir.
Ambrose leaned back in his chair, not yet reaching for Danny's own profile envelope. If their interests didn't align, there would be no point in asking for it, after all.
Oh god-
Reading those words felt like a punch to the guts for Danny, his heart skipping at least three beats in a row. The word Daddy alone was nearly enough to send a shudder running through his entire body.
The fact that Ambrose preferred that and Sir on top of that only served to make his head get even fuzzier, and damn if his jeans weren't getting a little tight right now - his own Daddy issues were definitely coming out to play.
He swallowed hard, doing his damn best to keep himself from getting too excited at the words. It took him a minute to respond - his tongue feeling like it was made of lead - before he finally spoke up, letting his eyes slowly trail up to Ambrose.
"I see," he murmured, his voice already a little rough. He reached for his bourbon, taking a drink and hoping it would calm his racing heart before putting the envelope down on the table. "You, uh... you wanna look at mine now?"
Ambrose smirked. So, their interests aligned. Good.
"If you're comfortable with it, yes, I would," Ambrose replied, holding out an expectant hand toward Danny.
Danny gave a little nod, taking another drink before handing over the envelope. His stomach was still doing flips in his stomach, the words Daddy and rope rigger still replaying in his mind over and over again.
He was definitely going to embarrass himself if things went the way he hoped they would tonight.
Just reading what was in the man's profile had him wanting to drop to his damn knees for him - and that was only the profile .
Ambrose slid the envelope open, eyes scanning the words written on the paper inside.
Daniel Murillo, 42. Submissive. Service Sub, Rope Bunny, Pet, Little Boy. Single, looking for serious. Preferred Honorifics: Puppy, Good Boy, Pet, Little One, Baby Boy.
Ambrose raised his other hand to rub a finger over his lips in thought. They aligned almost perfectly. And they both were looking for something serious. This was good, this was very good. Promising.
"You and I seem to share quite a bit of common ground, Daniel," he said, eyes still on the profile. "I admit, I am more than interested now."
Danny's face went an even darker shade of pink at the look that came across Ambrose's face while reading the words on the paper. His heart was thudding painfully against his chest again, and he was pretty damn sure that his jeans were going to feel uncomfortable for the entirety of the night at this point.
The fact that their profiles aligned so well… that they both wanted the same type of relationship, the same things out of it…
Danny swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat, his hands clenching tightly around his glass.
"Me too."
"Breathe," Ambrose commanded softly, not even looking at Danny. "You're tensing up. Relax. This is merely the getting to know each other stage, precious."
A shudder ran through Danny at the use of the word 'precious' . God - just the little pet name alone had him nearly whimpering like an overeager puppy. It was almost like every little word, phrase, and pet name that came out of his mouth was only making his mind more fuzzy and his stomach full of butterflies.
He forced himself to take a breath and unclench his hands, letting out a slow exhale and visibly relaxing a little. He was definitely going to embarrass himself tonight.
Ambrose set Danny's profile on the table between them, taking a sip of his bourbon with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Tell me, Daniel, what do you do for a living?" he asked. "And do you go by any nicknames, or is it just Daniel?"
Danny was relieved when Ambrose picked up the topic of conversation a little. It helped him focus a little more than the word precious had - and the more focus he had, the less likely he was to embarrass himself tonight.
He took another sip of his own bourbon before answering, tilting his head a little as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I'm a musician," he said. "Singer and guitarist for a band called Hollywood Undead. My stage name is Danny Rose, but I usually just go by Danny. Daniel's a bit too formal."
Ambrose paused, looking up from the profile to look at Danny with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I suppose that's more common ground," he mused. "My day job is as a music producer at Rosewood Records."
He chuckled a bit, leaning back in his arm chair and crossing his long legs, looking every bit as powerful as he was in his dark black suit and his diamond cufflinks and earring stud and his platinum chain and his silver rings.
Danny looked up as well at that, blinking a little in surprise. Talk about luck - how were the coincidences just stacking up one after another? They had more than just a few of their preferred kinks in common, and now they both worked in the music industry on top of it all?
He looked Ambrose up and down for a moment, taking all of him in with his powerful, confident air. Jesus - that air alone nearly sent him to his knees already.
He definitely wasn't going to embarrass himself tonight.
He was going to be a goddamn disaster.
Ambrose tilted his head slightly, intense blue eyes considering Danny carefully.
"Tell me what you're looking for, Danny," he said, his tone casual but the command in them was obvious. "I would like to know if we are looking for the same thing."
Danny's shoulders went a tad tense at the command in the man's voice. He took another sip of his drink in an attempt to calm himself, his stomach tying itself in tight, excited knots.
They were definitely looking for the same thing - he had been looking for something serious for a while now, something monogamous and committed. He had almost given up on finding something like that.
He was definitely not going to last the night at this rate.
He took a deep breath before replying. "I want a relationship," he said. "Something committed. And… exclusive."
Ambrose nodded slowly, tapping a finger on the table as he thought.
"Yet another place we align, it seems. I want something similar, though I have a few more requirements," he said. He inclined his head toward Danny, a small smirk on his lips.
"Is it safe to assume, then, that you're interested in pursuing something with me outside of a night of casual fun?"
The thought of only having casual fun with Ambrose sounded like some form of cruel torture. Danny's mind nearly rebelled at the idea, a wave of rejection flooding through him.
He wanted something with this man, something serious and long-term. Just the thought of something casual had his stomach feeling like it wanted to rebel, but he kept his expression under control, managing not to make a face.
He nodded. "Yes," he said. Very interested. "Not just a night of casual fun."
Ambrose's smirk turned into a smile, his eyes glittering in the dim light of the room.
" Good ." Ambrose leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "Because I am very interested in getting to know you, Danny, and I would hate to be wasting my time."
The sound of his name leaving the man's mouth sent a shiver down Danny's spine, and he had to put more focus into controlling his expression this time.
He wanted to give in to the shiver, wanted to just lean forward and practically beg for Ambrose to pin him down underneath him already.
He took a deep breath and managed to give a little nod instead, trying to stay as still as possible. "Not wasting your time," he managed to assure. "Definitely not wasting your time."
"Which I am very pleased by," Ambrose murmured, a low rumble in his voice. Ambrose lifted a hand, holding it out to Danny expectantly.
"You seem like you've lived a very storied life, Danny. Tell me about it."
Danny's chest was still tight with the effort of controlling himself, the low rumble in Ambrose's voice nearly sending his mind spiraling into a mess of submissive, needy thoughts. It took him a few moments to regain any semblance of coherence, his body wanting nothing more than to just melt completely under the man.
With a slow exhale, he carefully slipped a hand into the man's, fingers curling around his gently.
"Where do you want me to start?" he asked, voice coming out a tad quieter than he intended.
"Let's start with your music," Ambrose suggested. "Tell me about that. What genre, what inspires you, what made you want to be a singer? When I say I want to get to know you, precious, I mean it. Everything you're willing to give me, I will take."
Ambrose lifted Danny's hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles.
"I would like to know you inside and out before I call you my baby boy ."
A low, shaky breath left Danny as Ambrose's lips made contact with his knuckles, his body nearly going limp like jelly at the title and the kiss. Baby boy. Daddy wanted to call him his baby boy.
He managed to keep his legs still by some kind of miracle, his heart hammering against his chest hard enough to almost hurt. He wanted that. He needed that.
The thought of being the man's baby boy, of being his boy in general, sent another shiver down his spine.
He swallowed. "Okay."
So Danny started talking. About his music, his career, his bandmates and best friends. Danny was a very passionate person and he always had a lot to say whenever the subject of music came up. He could talk for hours about his time in the band, what he liked and didn't like, the crazy experiences he'd had on tour and in the studio.
They sat there in the high end and sophisticated BDSM club Désire Mystique for hours, well into the night. Ambrose made a point to ask Danny about himself, his music, his family and friends. He made a point to ask real questions, not just surface level things. And while they spoke, he told Danny of his own life. Growing up in France with his sister, growing up in a wealthy family, moving to America and getting into the music business. He withheld a bit, of course, there was no need to scare Danny off so early into things. Perhaps, if things went well, Ambrose would tell him what he really did when he wasn’t working at the studio, but that would come with time.
Throughout the night, Danny's mind got progressively fuzzier the longer they spoke, and the more questions Ambrose asked. Every now and then, he had to focus on staying grounded and present, his brain trying to take off into a complete fantasy about being Ambrose's baby boy.
He had to remind himself that they were still in public, and that he had to keep himself at least moderately composed. It was hard. Extremely hard. Just like he wanted something else to be.
Ambrose eventually called over the waitress again, ordering them a platter of finger foods and refilling their glasses of bourbon. Even as the beautiful woman in a beautiful dress set the platter down on their table, Ambrose's eyes never left Danny.
All it had taken was one look at the platter of food for Danny to realize he had barely eaten all day. He hadn't had much time or thought to eat, and now that the food was there in front of him, his stomach let him know that it was not happy with that.
Still, he was more than distracted with the man sitting across from him, and his mind was a mess of I want him to call me his boy. I want him to be my Daddy. I want him.
"Eat," Ambrose ordered gently, nodding to the platter. "You're hungry and I've been distracting you enough already."
Ambrose picked up one of the small bowls of grapes and popped one in his mouth, blue eyes trained on Danny as he waited expectantly . How well could this sweet singer follow directions?
Danny felt his cheeks heat up a tad at the order, a shiver running down his spine. God, how was it possible for one single word to completely turn him to jelly?
He managed to keep himself from immediately going for a piece of food, and he forced himself to keep eye contact with the man for a few more moments, his heart hammering against his chest.
Finally, he nodded. "Yes, sir," he murmured.
He reached forward to grab one of the sandwiches off the platter.
Ambrose smiled, a real smile that was wider than all the ones he'd given previously. His eyes danced with satisfaction as he nodded slowly.
"Good boy," he purred, his voice deep and gravelly and low.
Oh, god-
Danny's brain nearly checked out on him at the sound of the words, his grip on the sandwich getting a tad tighter. He called him a good boy, he called him a good boy-
It took a few seconds for the praise to process, and the words sent another shudder through his body, setting it into a deep, warm, fuzzy wave of pleasure.
"Nnn…" He was completely at the man's mercy. Goddamn.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow at the sound Danny made, chuckling a bit.
"Oh, you like that, don't you? Noted... Very much noted," he murmured. He nodded encouragingly, glancing at the uneaten sandwich in Danny's hand.
Danny quickly took a bite of the sandwich in his hand, trying to get his brain to function properly again- and failing miserably.
He chewed and swallowed quickly, and he couldn't stop another soft groan from slipping out, his expression turning just a tad bit more desperate as he watched Ambrose's eyes on him.
He needed more .
Ambrose reached over and took one of Danny's hands, running his thumb over the tattooed knuckles.
"Finish the sandwich, sweetheart," he murmured. "And then I'll give you more."
God, he called him sweetheart-
The feeling of the skin contact was practically electric, and Danny had to take another bite, struggling not to moan from the feeling of his hand being stroked. He was pretty sure he'd never been this into someone before, and they weren't even doing anything remotely related to the kink.
"Mhm," Danny quickly finished off the first sandwich, grabbing another with his other hand. "Yes sir."
Ambrose's eyes darkened and his pupils dilated. He licked his lower lip slowly, almost like he was savoring the taste of Danny's natural submission. His hand tightened around Danny's ever so slightly. His cool composure was slipping.
Ambrose watched Danny eat, watched him obey , and took a long, slow breath, holding himself in check. For now.
Seeing the slight shift in Ambrose's composure left Danny's heart hammering against his chest, and he had to force himself to focus on the sandwich in front of him rather than the man watching him intently.
He'd never been so affected by someone before, and he was struggling to keep his thoughts straight. He wanted to be good , he wanted to be praised . He wanted to feel those large hands on his skin, to make Ambrose call him a good boy again.
He finished the sandwich.
Ambrose let out a slow breath, squeezing Danny's hand gently.
"Good boy," he said again, nodding. "Very, very good, Danny. You're doing so well for me."
Good god- Danny had to fight against the way his toes curled and how his eyes fluttered at the words, his mind going completely fuzzy again as the praise washed over him like a wave of ecstasy. He felt like he could get high on that feeling, high on being called a good boy.
He swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to beg and demand that Ambrose call him his boy. "Thank you, sir," he mumbled softly.
Ambrose smiled again, satisfied.
"I think this is going very well, don't you?" he asked, chuckling. "We have similar interests, we are both looking for the same thing, our lifestyle preferences align almost perfectly, and we seem compatible. I think this is very promising, Danny, don't you?"
Ambrose wasn't expecting an answer, nor did he wait for one. He simply raised his hand to call the waitress over again.
"The bill. And one of the playrooms, please."
Danny nodded in agreement, his mind a complete mess at the idea of stepping into one of the private playrooms. His chest felt tight with a mixture of excitement and anxiety and anticipation, his muscles tense with how wired he was.
He had never hoped for something to work out more than this, and he didn't even know if he was ready for the way it would make him feel if this did work out the way he wanted it to.
He took another sip of his bourbon, waiting for the waitress to return.
She came back a moment later with another silver plate - this time holding the bill and a key with a large black card dangling from it with the number 5 on it in a scrawling script.
Ambrose pulled out his wallet, tossing his black card on the plate and picking up the key. He stood, buttoning his suit jacket.
"I'll pick the card up at the bar on the way out, Natasha, thank you," he said easily, holding out a hand for Danny. "Come along, sweetheart."
Danny's heart thumped loudly as he watched Ambrose pay for the meal and secure the key, and he was quick to stand up after the man.
He laced his fingers with Ambrose's and squeezed, a shiver of excitement running through him. This was really happening. He was really doing this with someone who had the potential to be exactly what he wanted and needed.
Now he just had to hope everything would go okay.
Ambrose led Danny into the hallway in the back of the club. Each wall was lined with doors, each either labeled like 'The Lair' and 'Throne Room' or numbered like the key Ambrose had.
He found room five and unlocked it, swinging the door open and holding it open for Danny.
"Beyond this point," he said, his tone firm and a warning. "This is no longer about talking , Danny. If you'd like to continue to get to know each other through conversation, tell me now and we can go back to our table."
Danny's mind practically whined at that, his heart skipping a couple beats from the authoritative tone. It was obvious Ambrose meant what he said, and part of Danny wanted to accept the out - to go back out, talk some more. But the rest of him…the rest of him wanted something else.
He swallowed nervously, licking his lips as his eyes flicked up to meet Ambrose's eyes.
"No, sir."
Ambrose looked at him for a moment before nodding and stepping into the room.
"Come along, then," he said.
Danny exhaled slowly, nerves making his body tingly as he followed Ambrose into the room and let the door click quietly shut behind him.
He took a moment to look around, taking in the room's interior. The lights were dim and warm, the floors carpeted, and the bed - god, there was a bed right there. Danny swallowed thickly.
Ambrose unbuttoned his suit jacket, walking over to a large, luxurious armchair in the corner. He unclasped his cufflinks, setting them on the table filled with different kink tools - riding crops, whips, ropes, a paddle, floggers, etc - before removing his jacket.
"Typically, I would ask for your personal safe words," he started. "But I fear I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment and I don't trust myself to remember them. So we will be using the color system. Recite them."
Danny watched him intently, his eyes immediately drawn to the table and the items spread out on it. His pulse was racing in his ears, and he swallowed thickly as he watched Ambrose remove his suit jacket, revealing his strong, defined body.
When he was addressed, he snapped his attention back to Ambrose's face, knowing he would be in for it if he didn't give the man his full attention.
"Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop," he responded without a second of hesitation.
"Very good," Ambrose praised, laying his jacket over the back of the arm chair. "Now, about honorifics. I will accept Sir, but I would like to see how well you respond to calling me Daddy. Is that something you are comfortable with?"
Ambrose started unbuttoning his shirt, back still turned to Danny.
Danny's heart skipped a beat at being called 'very good' once more, making his chest feel all fuzzy. He could already feel himself slipping into the mindset of wanting to please Ambrose - of wanting to be a good boy.
When he was asked about honorifics, Danny paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he thought about the possibilities.
"...I want to call you Daddy, Sir," he admitted quietly.
"Then do so," Ambrose replied, nodding. "And for now, I will call you baby boy as that was on your profile card as one of your preferred terms. Is that acceptable?"
Ambrose left his shirt half unbuttoned, turning to face Danny with a raised eyebrow. Under the crisp white button down were rippling muscles and pale skin covered in tattoos.
Danny's eyes immediately roved over the partially exposed skin, eyes tracing over all of the dark and beautiful tattoos. His fingers itched to feel the ink, as did his tongue. Oh god, what he wouldn't do to just… lick.
He swallowed thickly, unable to stop the way he shivered in pleasure at the name, nodding his head.
"Yes, Daddy, that's acceptable."
Ambrose nodded, smirking slightly at the shiver.
"We'll start slow," he said soothingly. "Ease into each other, learn each other. We have all night." Ambrose stepped forward, gently cupping Danny's cheeks with his large hand and tipping the shorter man's head back. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over Danny's lips. "Color?"
All night. The thought of an entire night with Ambrose sent a shudder running through his body, the desire to please and prove himself coursing through his veins. A low whine escaped him as Ambrose cupped his face, tilting his head back and leaning over him. It was all Danny could do not to go weak in the knees already.
"Gree- mmm… " Danny swallowed thickly. "Green."
"Good boy," Ambrose whispered before pressing his lips to Danny's in a slow but scorching kiss.
The words 'good boy' had him completely melting against Ambrose, his whole body going limp against the man. God, he'd never realized just how much his praise kink could get to him.
A low, needy moan escaped him, Danny's hands clutching at the front of Ambrose's partially open shirt as his lips responded hungrily to the kiss.
Ambrose hummed against Danny's mouth, hands sliding down the blond's body to wrap around him. One hand buried itself in Danny's soft hair and the other immediately went to the small of his back, pressing him against Ambrose firmly.
Ambrose flicked his tongue over Danny's lips, insistent but not demanding.
Danny leaned into the touch, his back arching against the hand at the small of his back, pushing himself desperately against Ambrose. He needed to feel more of that touch - more of him.
At the insistent tongue on his lips, Danny immediately opened his mouth to accept the tongue inside, letting out a quiet mew of impatience as his own tongue reached out to tangle with Ambrose's.
Ambrose groaned, tongue sweeping into Danny's mouth and claiming every inch, like he owned it. And maybe, if things went well, after tonight he would .
The hand in Danny's hair clenched slightly, pulling him ever closer. Ambrose slid his hand down farther, cupping Danny's perfect ass through his jeans and squeezing gently.
God, Danny couldn't think - couldn't focus on anything but the kiss and the hand at the back of his head and the other hand squeezing his ass. He was practically writhing against the larger man, his hips moving helplessly, desperately against Ambrose's body, as though he could somehow melt completely against him that way.
He was making soft, needy little whines and gasps, his head spinning as he let himself be claimed, owned by Ambrose.
As Danny shamelessly grinded against him, Ambrose growled and moved his mouth across Danny's cheek to his neck and throat, kissing and licking and nipping.
"So eager for me, baby boy," he purred. "So eager for Daddy..." Ambrose pulled away, back up from Danny and sitting in the arm chair in the corner. Come sit on Daddy's lap, baby boy," he said, holding a hand out of Danny with heated eyes.
All of Danny's ability to function was shot to hell with the combination of Ambrose's hands all over him, his mouth on his skin, the little nips and bites. He was completely gone - owned just like that.
He let out a soft, whiny noise as Ambrose sat down and held out his hand. Danny stepped forward without another hesitation and straddled Ambrose on the chair, eyes wide with barely contained desire.
He was eager - eager for more of Daddy .
Ambrose licked his lips, hands skimming up Danny's thighs to his hips and pulling him closer.
"Good boy," he purred, leaning forward to lap at Danny's neck again. "I saw you looking, sweetheart... You can touch me anywhere you want to."
Danny let out a quiet, breathless noise at the praise, his hips rocking forward a bit as Ambrose pulled him closer against him. He'd never felt so small, so utterly owned, and god damn but he loved it.
His hands immediately reached for the hem of Ambrose's shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of the skin under his fingers. He slid his hands under the fabric, letting his fingers explore the smooth muscle of his stomach, his chest.
Ambrose smiled against Danny's neck as he felt his tentative touch. Slowly, Ambrose guided Danny's hips into a slow, rocking rhythm, the friction building between them.
He groaned, nipping at Danny's throat and soothing the spot with his tongue.
Danny gasped at the slow grind against him, his hips moving completely on instinct, the pleasure of the friction so intense all he could do was cling to Ambrose, moaning with near-constant little whines. God, he'd never wanted anything so badly in his life.
Every bite and nip and lick sent heat pooling in his stomach, Danny tilting his head to the side to give Ambrose more room to work with at his neck.
He couldn't help the needy gasp that escaped him as he felt Ambrose grind up against him, his body shaking as a wave of heat ran through his body.
"Ahhh-"
He let out a shaky moan, fingers digging into the back of Ambrose's shoulders, body moving against the older man almost desperately, trying to get as close as he could. He pressed his face into the crook of Ambrose's neck, lips planting needy kisses against the skin.
Ambrose moaned, pressing his nose to Danny's shoulder as he bucked his hips against the singer.
"Fuck..." he grunted, his grip on Danny's hips tightening. "You're such a pretty thing, baby boy... You've had me hard for you all night, you know that?"
Ambrose slid his hands up under Danny's shirt, fingers skimming the smooth skin and lean muscles of his back.
The words only served to get Danny more worked up, making his stomach clench and sending shivers through his entire body.
He tilted his head back with a gasp as Ambrose's fingers trailed up his back, his skin feeling like it was on fire everywhere Ambrose touched.
"Fuuuuck-"
He practically whimpered against Ambrose's neck, hips rolling against the older man's. "You have no idea what you're doing to me Daddy."
"Mmm, I think I do," Ambrose replied, running his nails down Danny's spine. The feeling of Ambrose's fingernails against his back had Danny trembling and arching, the touch just barely hard enough to leave faint red lines against the pale skin. "Let's get you out of these clothes, sweetheart. You look incredible, but I think you'd look better naked, don't you?"
Ambrose pulled his hands out of Danny's shirt, moving to the front to start unbuttoning it, unhurried and slow, as he kissed a line down Danny's neck.
The words nearly had his head spinning again, the thought of being completely naked under the larger man's gaze both exhilarating and incredibly hot.
He didn't even try to stop the needy whine that escaped him as Ambrose unbuttoned his shirt, his hips bucking against the older man in needy, desperate little jerks.
Ambrose slid Danny's shirt off his shoulders, eyeing his tattooed skin hungrily for a moment before trailing his fingers over the skull and tentacle on Danny's stomach.
"I want to know the stories behind all of these one day," he murmured. "But for now I'll settle for just knowing how they taste." He pulled Danny closer, tongue lapping at the roses on his chest.
Danny let out a gasp as Ambrose pulled his shirt off, his chest rising and falling heavily as the older man's eyes raked over his body. There was nothing in his gaze but pure, unbridled desire.
He almost let out a gasp when he felt Ambrose's tongue on his chest, his body arching and head tilting back, the touch already making the entire region feel like it was on fire, sensitive to the faintest touch.
"Fuck - Daddy-!"
"So responsive..." Ambrose nipped at Danny's collarbone before pulling away. He patted Danny's thigh. "Up."
Danny let out a soft gasp as Ambrose nipped his collarbone, the sensation sending a shiver through his body, his sensitive spots already extremely reactive to the older man's touch.
He nodded eagerly and did as he was told, pushing himself up and off of Ambrose's lap, standing up on slightly shaky legs.
Ambrose licked his lips, leaning back in the arm chair. His intense blue eyes were hungry and dark as he looked at Danny.
"Strip."
Danny's breath hitched at the command, his stomach clenching and entire body shivering at the authority in Ambrose's voice. He loved it - the way the older man just took control and completely dominated him - and it made his head feel fuzzy and warm and so damn good.
He couldn't help the little moan that escaped him, the sound slightly higher-pitched than usual, and Danny's skin felt like it was on fire as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans, beginning to slowly push them off.
Every inch of skin revealed was like a feast for the eyes. Pale skin, tattoos, muscles, sparse hair. Ambrose followed each movement with his eyes closely, not wanting to miss a single detail of the beautiful man in front of him. Finally, when Danny was naked and shivering, Ambrose stood.
He pulled Danny against him, hands trailing over his exposed skin like he was learning and mapping his body. Ambrose guided Danny's hands to the remaining buttons of his own shirt, a silent order.
To have Ambrose's gaze traveling over his body like that, taking in his skin and muscles and the tattoos scattered along his chest and sides - it made Danny feel like he was on display for the older man to do whatever he pleased. He felt like he was on fire and like he was freezing all at once, his skin feeling almost hyper-sensitive to Ambrose's every touch, just standing there and letting himself be guided where Ambrose desired.
Danny's hands only trembled faintly as they slowly stripped Ambrose of his shirt, his breath hitching at the sight of more and more of the older man's bare skin.
Ambrose was equally covered in dark tattoos, designs over his skin like the patterns on fabric or a painting in the Louvre. As he shrugged out of the shirt, Ambrose leaned forward to kiss Danny again, hard and heated.
"Kneel," he murmured.
Danny's breath hitched as he saw Ambrose's own tattoos, his eyes following the lines of ink that marked his skin. He could feel his stomach clenching and his head feeling fuzzy, the sight of all the older man's muscles and the way the tattoos marked his skin so hot.
He was more than happy to follow the order, the single word "kneel" sending what felt like electricity straight to his cock.
"Yes, Daddy."
Danny's voice was already lower and gravelly with desire as he dropped to his knees.
"Such a good boy," Ambrose praised, unbuckling his belt and sliding it off. "So eager to please... You're doing so well, sweetheart."
Ambrose unbuttoned his slacks before combing his hand through Danny's hair. He pressed him forward a bit, silent instruction.
Danny groaned at the praise, the words sending a shiver through him, his mind feeling fuzzy and warm with the simple words.
Being Daddy's good boy was the one thing he wanted most in the world at the moment - the one thing he needed to make him feel like everything was okay.
He willingly let himself be guided forward, his eyes dark with desire and already half-lidded, his mind already slipping deeper into subspace with each passing minute.
Ambrose smirked, sliding his slacks and underwear down enough to free himself.
"Use that pretty mouth, sweetheart," he murmured.
Danny let out a shaky gasp at the sight of Ambrose's member, his tongue quickly darting out to run a circle over his dry mouth, his stomach clenching at the sight. He could feel his own member aching and straining against his stomach, already needy and leaking.
He scooted forward until he was close, lifting a hand to gently trail his fingers along the underside before wrapping his hand around the base.
He swallowed and met the older man's gaze as he slowly licked a broad stripe up the underside, a shiver running through his body at the taste.
Ambrose groaned, his hand tightening in Danny's hair as he twitched.
"Good boy," Ambrose murmured. "Such a pretty mouth... So fuckable... You're so good for me, baby boy, so fucking good..."
Danny groaned as his hair was pulled on, the little sting sending a shot of pleasure straight to his cock, pre beading at the very tip.
He closed his lips around the head as he was praised, his throat bobbing when he swallowed to keep any extra drool from leaking.
His eyes flickered up to meet Ambrose's, his body shuddering with pleasure at the older man's words. He was determined to be so good that Ambrose would never want anyone else ever again.
"That's right, precious, just like that," Ambrose groaned, pressing forward a bit until he slid over Danny's tongue and into his mouth. "Take a deep breath, baby boy."
Danny whimpered at the new pet name, his eyes fluttering shut and head swimming at being called precious. He hummed in acknowledgement before trying to do what he was told, drawing in a deep breath through his nose before relaxing his throat.
He was determined to not choke or pull away unless told.
Ambrose scratched at Danny's scalp with blunt fingernails soothingly before thrusting forward with a groan.
Those perfect, fuckable lips around him felt so goddamn good. Ambrose tipped his head back, hips rocking slowly back and forth as he held Danny still with one hand.
"God... Fuck, your mouth feels so good..."
Danny's eyes rolled back slightly at the feeling, the sensation of fingers brushing through his hair and nails scratching along his scalp sending tingles down his spine. He swallowed again, his throat flexing around the older man's length.
He groaned softly himself, the sound coming out muffled, his own hips rocking back against nothing, his own aching member untouched and leaking on his stomach.
He looked up at Ambrose from under his eyelashes, wanting to make sure he was doing good.
Ambrose was biting his lip, looking down at Danny with heated, half lidded eyes.
"Such a good boy for me..."
The praise was like drugs that only served to make Danny feel even more fuzzy and warm inside, his stomach clenching and his mind swirling each time the older man spoke the words 'good boy'. He needed to be good, to be a perfect boy for his Daddy.
He could feel himself almost drooling around Ambrose's length, the salty taste on his tongue only serving to turn him on even more, each sound and twitch encouraging him.
His chest started heaving as he started desperately sucking and bobbing his head, his eyes flicking to look up at Ambrose for a few seconds before shutting again. He was practically begging
Ambrose groaned, hand clenching in Danny's hair as he thrust forward once, hard and deep. He hit the back of Danny's throat and stayed there for a few seconds before pulling out of Danny's mouth entirely.
"On the bed," he growled, breathing hard. "Face down, on your knees."
Danny let out a whimper as Ambrose hit the back of his throat, his eyes rolling back and his hips jerking back against thin air again, pre now steadily leaking from the tip of his member. The older man pulling away had a high-pitched keen slipping from his mouth, the absence feeling almost physically painful in a way he craved.
At the command, though, Danny was more than willing to obey, scrambling up on the bed and shifting on his knees so his face was pressed into the pillows and his hips were lifted up in the air.
Ambrose walked over to the bed slowly, shoving his pants all the way off as he went. He stopped at the table of tools, glancing over the various items before deciding that he didn't have the patience to use them at the moment and simply picking up the bottle of lube and one of the provided condoms.
Ambrose walked up behind Danny, opening the bottle of lube and squirting some out onto his fingers.
"I assume you are hygienic?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he gently pressed one slick finger against Danny's entrance.
Danny let out a soft gasp at the feeling of a slick finger against his entrance, his body instinctively trying to push back against it, desperate and needy for more.
"I-I am," he croaked in response, a shaky breath escaping him as his hips wiggled back slightly in an attempt to try and get that finger deeper inside of him.
He had been expecting something like this, and made sure he was very clean before going out that night.
"Such a good boy," Ambrose murmured, pressing his finger deeper before adding another. "You cleaned yourself up just for me, didn't you? Needy little thing, aren't you?"
Ambrose rubbed his clean hand over Danny's back and ass, squeezing slightly as he worked to prep the other man.
The way Danny's mind seemed to go blank at that simple praise was nothing short of pathetic, his body shivering and arching up into Ambrose's touch with a soft, desperate keen. His thighs were trembling as the older man began pressing a second finger inside, the dual sensation making his whole body tingle.
"Yes, Daddy," he whimpered in response, back arching further in a needy attempt to try and get more contact. "I'm so needy for you, so needy - wanted to be good for you."
Ambrose leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Danny's spine.
"You're very good for me," he praised, adding a third finger and massaging until he found the sweet spot.
The action earned another high-pitched keen from Danny, his head pressing down into the pillows to muffle the sound that was a mixture of a moan and a needy whine.
The way fingers suddenly hit against his prostate made his whole body tense up for a second before his back arched up hard and a shudder coursed through his entire body as he practically sobbed out another choked, muffled sound.
Danny let out a guttural groan, thighs spreading even further apart, his body jolting forward and then arching backwards at the pleasure shooting through him.
"Ohh fuck ," he cursed, head dropping down into the pillow again, breath coming in pants and whines. "Yes, Daddy, I'm a good boy, I'm so good for you !"
"So responsive," Ambrose murmured, messaging the spot with a smirk. "You're a wet dream come to life, baby boy, I hope you know that."
Ambrose pressed his fingers harder to the spot, curling upward.
Danny let out another sharp, keening cry at that, his body arching back as that familiar feeling of heat and pleasure swirled within him.
He gasped against the pillow, a hand fisting in the sheets as his entire body trembled. "Daddy - Daddy - oh, please," he whimpered, back arching further and hips bucking back as if begging for more, for anything more.
He wanted so badly to be good for Daddy that all he could focus on was the feelings and sensations shooting through him from the older man's touch.
Ambrose grinned.
"Please what , sweetheart? Use your words, what do you want?" he asked, keeping that same slow and steady massage going.
"More," came the gasped reply, Danny's face pressed into the pillow as he desperately tried to ground himself against the sensations that continued to shoot through his body.
Each press and message against his prostate served to leave him shuddering and gasping, his own aching member leaking onto the sheets below.
" Please ," came another keening whimper, Danny's hips bucking back again, the only thing he could say between gasps being a pleading, choked: " please, Daddy - Daddy, Daddy Daddy please-please-please-"
Ambrose groaned, eyes closing as he savored the sound of Danny's sweet voice pleading.
"You beg so pretty, baby boy," he murmured. "How could I refuse when you ask so nicely?" Ambrose pulled his fingers out, ripping open the condom packet with his teeth. He rolled it on and coated himself in fresh lube. He kneeled on the bed behind Danny, hand on the blond's hip as he guided himself to Danny's entrance.
Slowly, he pushed forward, eyes rolling back at the tight heat that enveloped him.
"Oh fuuuuck--"
Danny's cries continued, soft and high as he felt himself being stretched and filled, the feeling completely overwhelming as his face stayed pressed into the pillow, his body trembling violently all over.
Even with the prep, Danny still felt like he was stretched to his limit, the feeling of being full and open leaving him breathless. He couldn't even speak at this point, all he could do was keen and whimper, tears building in his eyes as he clutched desperately at the sheets.
" Daddy ," the word spilled from his mouth, whined out loud as pain slowly began to give way to pleasure.
"That's right, baby, just relax," Ambrose encouraged with a groan, pushing deeper. Danny was tight and hot and felt like heaven around him. "Jesus..."
Ambrose panted with the effort it took not to just ram into Danny. He didn't want to hurt him, of course, but it felt so fucking good. Pleasure raced up his spine, and he kept pushing slowly until he was finally fully inside.
" Fuuuuuuck... "
Danny tried to remember to breathe, but it was incredibly hard at this point. His whole body was trembling, the stretch feeling both good and burning and so much, but also exactly what he'd wanted.
A small, broken cry escaped him once Ambrose was fully sheathed deep inside him, his thighs trembling and tears slipping down his cheeks. He'd never had anyone fill him up like this before, the sensation was mind-numbing.
"Daddy- Daddy Daddy - d- feels so fff-full," he panted out, head shifting just enough so his voice didn't get lost to the pillow
Ambrose groaned again, resisting the urge to move just yet.
"Is it too much for you, sweetheart?" he grunted, rubbing his hands soothingly down the other man's back. "Just relax, baby boy, you're doing great."
Danny made another soft, keening noise at the praise and the soothing touch, his body slowly relaxing as he tried to adjust to the sensation.
It was a lot, and his body felt like it was on fire, his head fuzzy and fuzzy and he felt so, so full, but the pleasure slowly overtaking the pain and the burn made him feel like he was getting drunk off of it.
"Please- please m-move-" he panted out, hips moving in little, gentle circles that made him gasp
Ambrose smiled, pulling back slightly only to press back in. Slowly, he started pulling out more and more, pressing back in a little faster until he had set a steady, firm pace.
Ambrose moaned, head tipping back and hands gripping Danny's hips for leverage.
"So good for me, baby boy, you're doing so good," he moaned, breathing hard.
The noises he made as the pace started to pick up were almost obscene, his eyes rolling back as he tried to keep himself steady. The pleasure began to mount with each thrust and press against his prostate, his voice rising in pitch as moans and gasps spilled from his lips.
He was so lost in the sensations that he could hardly even register what Daddy was saying to him, but the words still served to soothe and reassure him and drive the point forward that he was being good for Daddy.
"Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy-" he whimpered over and over again, moans and gasps and whines slipping out in between
Ambrose panted, driving into Danny as his control started to slip and his thrusts became harder, more rough.
He shifted, angling his hips so he hit Danny's prostate with every thrust. His grip on Danny's hips tightened before he let go with one hand and reached forward to grab a fistful of Danny's hair. He pulled back, forcing him to arch his back and lift his head from the pillow.
"Let me hear you, baby," Ambrose growled, voice deep and rumbling like thunder even with his ragged breathing. "Let me hear that pretty voice scream ."
A cry of pure ecstasy escaped him when Ambrose hit his prostate, his body seizing for a second before he let out a guttural moan, back arching further and head being pulled back by a harsh tug in his hair.
The angle left his neck exposed, body trembling and shuddering as the brutal pace left him a shuddering mess, breath coming out in gasps and moans and whimpers that blended into each other.
With each powerful thrust, more of those pretty sounds spilled out, growing ever higher in pitch and more desperate. "Daddy- Daddy- Daddy Daddy - oh- ohhhh-"
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Ambrose groaned, his hips thrusting harder, faster. He was getting close, the tension mounting in his body and the pressure feeling like he was about to burst. He yanked Danny up by the hair until his back was flush with Ambrose's chest and reached around to wrap his hand around Danny's neglected length.
"Come for Daddy, baby boy," he growled in Danny's ear. "Be a good boy and come for Daddy."
Danny was so far gone on the pleasure that his body was moving on autopilot now, meeting Ambrose thrust for thrust and seeking more of the delicious sensations. The way that Ambrose was now surrounding him, all around him left his body feeling completely trapped and held firm, and he loved it - the sensation just made him feel like he'd melt into a puddle on the bed.
He was already so, so close, his Daddy's voice and touch and presence sending him further and further off the edge. "Yes- yes Daddy yes I'm gonna- Daddy- Daddy-!"
Ambrose groaned as Danny spasmed around him and spurted into his hand and the bed below them. With a few more brutal thrusts, Ambrose followed him over the edge, biting down on Danny's shoulder and spilling into the condom with a sharp cry.
" Fuuuuck --"
He slowed his thrusts until they were a gentle rock, riding out their pleasure as he stroked Danny slowly and languidly, milking him.
"Good boy," Ambrose purred, licking the reddened bite mark to soothe it and kissing below Danny's ear. "Such a good boy for me."
Danny mewled and whined and trembled at the praise, his head tilting to the side and baring his throat in a gesture of vulnerability and trust. He felt wobbly, legs trembling as his body came down from the high and the pleasure still ran through him in warm, soft waves.
Slowly, his body began to go limp against Ambrose's, and he breathed out a breathless, "Thank you Daddy," his voice thick and rough from the screaming and moaning.
Ambrose carefully pulled out of Danny before laying him gently on the bed away from the mess. He stood, removing the condom and throwing it away before going to the provided sink and hand towels in the back corner of the playroom. He wet a towel with warm water and came back over to Danny.
He sat on the bed beside the spent blond and started carefully and gently wiping him down with the cloth, cleaning him and whispering words of praise and reassurance.
After care was very important to Ambrose and he made sure he gave Danny plenty of it.
Danny closed his eyes, a soft sigh leaving him at the contact and the soft feeling of the cloth on his skin. He felt worn out and exhausted, his body feeling heavy and relaxed, a faint ache setting in his lower half and thighs and his throat a little raw from the moaning and screaming he'd been doing.
Daddy's voice was still sending ripples of warmth and comfort through him, his eyes remaining closed and his body leaning towards the older man. He craved Daddy's touch. He wanted - no, needed him close.
Ambrose set the cloth aside and gathered Danny into his arms, letting Danny rest with his back against Ambrose's front as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed. He tipped his head forward and pressed his nose to Danny's hair, running his hands over the sub's body soothingly.
"You did so good, baby boy, so good... Such a good boy... And so pretty... A perfect little boy, that's you, Danny."
Danny curled into Ambrose's embrace, burying his face into his chest and letting out another small noise at the praise. The feeling of those strong, skillful hands roaming over his body and soothing him just added to the relaxed, comfortable feeling that washed over him.
A small shiver of pleasure went through him when Daddy nosed his hair, nuzzling into his chest and practically melting into him - God he liked this so much. Being held and praised. Being a good boy for Daddy. Just being Daddy's made him feel warm and safe and wanted.
After several long minutes of soothing words and after care, Danny started to come back out of subspace enough that Ambrose felt comfortable lifting his chin. He met Danny's still a little bleary eyes with a small smile.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" he asked gently. "Do you think we are compatible sexually? I quite enjoyed it, personally, and I would very much like to do it again sometime."
Danny's eyes slowly focused on Ambrose's face when Daddy lifted his chin, a small, shaky smile tugging at his lips. He still felt shaky and a little floaty, still a bit out of it from the afterglow and the pleasant fog in his mind from their play.
The question made his smile widen a little, and he nuzzled his cheek into the hand touching his face, nodding softly. "Yes, Daddy... Very much," he agreed quietly. It wasn't just the sex he'd enjoyed - Daddy's whole presence, demeanor, the dynamic they so easily fell into.
"Good, I'm glad," Ambrose murmured, pressing a kiss to Danny's forehead. "I think once you're feeling a bit less subby and dropped, we can go. I think tonight went very well and I'm very pleased with the outcome."
Ambrose combed his fingers through Danny's hair gently, easing him further out of subspace.
Danny hummed and closed his eyes again, his head following Daddy's hand, nuzzling into his touch and the hand in his hair.
He was still a little fuzzy, a little floaty, but the more Daddy touched and whispered to him, the more he started to come back down and gain more awareness, and it finally clicked that they'd have to leave soon. "Mmm, don' wanna leave..." He mumbled, pouting a little.
Ambrose chuckled quietly, his soft words and gentle hands slowly bringing Danny further out of subspace. Slowly, he transitioned from Daddy back to Ambrose.
"Unfortunately, we have to," he murmured, stroking a hand through Danny's hair. "They need to clean the room for the next people to use it."
Danny grumbled under his breath at Ambrose's words, his hand lifting to press to the one in his hair. He was still sleepy and clingy and didn't want to leave and be away from Daddy, but he knew they couldn't stay forever.
He pushed himself up so he was straddling Daddy's lap, his arms wrapping around his neck. "Mmph. Just a couple minutes?" He asked.
Ambrose gripped Danny's hips, leaning back against the headboard of the playroom bed and looking at Danny hungrily.
"You know we can't stay," he said, tone more firm and stern. "You need to come out of subspace now, Daniel."
Danny opened his mouth to protest, his lower lip sticking out in a slight pout, but when Daddy's tone and demeanor changed, he felt a shiver run through him - Daddy was authoritative now.
He nodded slowly, the bratty urge to argue leaving him. "Yes, Daddy..." he murmured before moving from his lap and off the bed, searching for his clothing.
Ambrose stood as well, walking over to the armchair in the corner of the playroom and dressing quickly. His suit was slightly wrinkled, but he didn't mind much.
He turned back to Danny, now fully out of the scene and back to reality, with a small smirk.
"I think this went very well for a first meeting and getting to know each other," he said again, chuckling. "Like I said, I would very much enjoy a repeat performance, if you are willing."
Danny nodded, buttoning up the last button of his shirt before turning to look at Daddy, biting his bottom lip when he saw his slightly wrinkled suit.
A smirk curled his lips, remembering how that suit had ended up wrinkled and thinking back to his own, messy state. He had to admit- getting to see Daddy in a suit like this again wouldn't be a hardship.
He took a few steps closer, his expression coy. "I would love a repeat performance, Daddy."
"Ambrose," he corrected, raising an eyebrow. "You aren't my submissive yet, Danny, and we are no longer in a scene. You will call me Ambrose."
Danny's expression dropped a bit, the correction making him pout again. He still was a bit clingier and bratty thanks to being dropped only a minute or so ago, so being told to call his potential new Daddy by his first name only felt wrong.
He sighed but nodded. "Right. Ambrose." He replied, his voice soft.
Ambrose softened slightly, holding a hand out for Danny.
"I don't mean to disappoint you," he sighed. "I assure you, I am very interested in you, Danny. I wouldn't have spent the last four hours talking to you about your life and telling you about mine if I wasn't interested in you. Breathe. We just need to take things slowly, so that we both know for sure that we want this."
Danny took Ambrose's hand gently, his fingers curling around his. He appreciated the reassurance the man was giving him, knowing just as well as Ambrose that being too hasty could ruin something that seemed perfect.
He was just so anxious to make this work, to find someone who could bring him that sense of peace again, someone he could give his submission to.
He took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "I know. It's just hard, y'know?"
Ambrose drew Danny to him by the hand, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Trust me, I know," he murmured, deep voice a low rumble. "But that's what will make it worth it."
Ambrose led Danny to the door of the playroom and unlocked it, holding it open for the shorter man to walk through first and back out into the hallway of Desíre Mystique. The BDSM club was much more packed than when they had been out there earlier and Ambrose instinctively held Danny's hand a little tighter.
Danny's heart stuttered in his chest, a jolt of heat shooting through him at the feel of Ambrose's lips against his own, no matter how chaste it had been. He could already tell that he'd be addicted to those kisses if they continued like this.
He stepped into the hallway, his head tilting up to look at the throng of people crowding the entrance and sitting in various seats and areas around the club. He noticed quickly the way Ambrose's grip on his hand had tightened, and he squeezed back a little in reassurance.
Ambrose walked confidently despite the immediately territorial glare he sent at the other Domain as they eyed up Danny. He walked to the bar to pick up his black card and drop off the key to the playroom they had used so it could be cleaned and sanitized for the next people to use it.
Ambrose led Danny by the hand out to the lobby of the club, pausing at the door.
Danny glanced around as they walked back out into the lobby, still holding Ambrose's hand tightly. He was still feeling a bit clingy from the scene and aftercare they had been through, and he wanted nothing more than to keep as much physical contact with the older man as possible.
He didn't let go of Ambrose's hand until they stopped near the door, his expression curious as he looked up at him.
Ambrose looked down at Danny with a small frown. He reached into his suit jacket interior pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He unlocked it and held it out to Danny.
"Give me your phone number," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Danny's cheeks slightly reddened at Ambrose's direct command, his stomach swooping with something that he wasn't entirely willing to call excitement just yet. He wasn't about to deny that being ordered around was an almost instant turn on though, and he was very willing to give Ambrose his number.
Reaching out, he took the phone in somewhat shaky hands and typed his phone number into Ambrose's contacts.
Ambrose took the phone back when Danny was finished, saving the number and slipping his phone back into his jacket pocket.
"I will contact you soon to set up another meeting, if you'd like," he said, a bit more gently. "So that we can continue to get to know each other and see if this is something we would like to pursue further."
"Please." The word escaped Danny's mouth before he could stop himself and he paused, his cheeks flushing more. He was feeling needy and clingy, and the thought of not seeing Ambrose for a while made something in him feel a little uneasy. The thought that the older man wouldn't want to see him again - despite what they had just done and had just talked about - made his stomach clench uncomfortably.
Ambrose paused, cocking his head to the side as he studied Danny. Then he stepped forward and cupped the blonde's face in his big, strong hands, tilting his head up.
"Danny," he murmured. "If I were less experienced, I would have you sign a contract and collar you right the fuck now. You realize that, don't you?"
Danny's breath escaped him in a shaky exhale as he felt Ambrose's large, strong hands on his cheeks. His heartbeat quickened at his words and he swallowed hard, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.
The thought of signing a contract and being collared by the older man made his head spin and blood rush southward, and Danny was helpless to stop himself from leaning into the touch.
"God... please," he whispered.
"Patience, pet," Ambrose whispered, thumb stroking Danny's cheekbone. "Patience. These things take time and trust, and we need to build that trust before we proceed. Do you understand?"
Danny's eyes closed tightly as Ambrose's thumb trailed along his skin, the simple touch making him feel even more needy for the older man's touch. He leaned against the hand gently, nuzzling into the touch slightly before nodding softly.
He didn't actually want to wait, but he knew that Ambrose was probably right. If they didn't get to know each other better before jumping into something like that, it wouldn't work out well in the long run.
"I understand," he said softly, his voice holding only a trace of the impatience he felt.
Ambrose nodded.
"Good boy," he murmured, leaning down to kiss Danny again.
That simple, two-word phrase, combined with the kiss, made Danny feel like his heart was about to thump out of his chest. He melted into the kiss, a whimper slipping from his throat at the mix of pleasure and needy impatience.
He wanted more - he wanted Ambrose to touch him more and kiss him more and call him a good boy again.
Ambrose pulled away after a few seconds, kissing Danny's forehead before stepping back and straightening his suit.
"Get home safely, pet," he murmured, stroking Danny's cheek one last time before turning and leaving the club.
Danny wanted to protest, wanted to follow after Ambrose and cling to the man like a needy little koala - but he refrained, biting his tongue to refrain from begging for another kiss. He just watched as Ambrose left the club, his heart thudding hard against his ribcage.
He stayed there for a few minutes, just staring out the front doors of the club as he felt the buzz of need and excitement and desire course and through him.
When Danny finally managed to calm himself down and pull himself out of the slight subspace he was in, he left the club and headed to his car, unlocking it and slipping into the front seat.
For a few moments he sat there, his mind replaying the memories of his scene with Ambrose over and over again in his head - and the things they had discussed after.
He thought about the playroom and the things he had felt while in there under Ambrose's hands. He thought about the way Ambrose's fingers had touched his skin. He thought about having more of it - he wanted to feel those hands and those lips against his own. He wanted to submit to the older man, to be a good boy for him and earn the praise and attention that came from it.
He wanted to sign a contract and wear a collar.
His head dropped back against the headrest of the seat as he closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping the man. He wanted to beg and plead and be good for Ambrose, but the waiting was going to be torture. He almost debated just going back into the club to try and hunt down the older man, but managed to talk himself out of it eventually.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, forcing himself to sit up in his seat and reach for the key fob and start the car. He needed to go home, he told himself. There was no use waiting in the parking lot of the club and being desperate. He'd see Ambrose again soon.
Chapter 2: Test One
Summary:
Danny's first field test as Ambrose's Submissive.
Chapter Text
Danny didn't have to wait long to see Ambrose again.
The next morning, he was making breakfast when he got a call from an unknown number.
Danny was in the middle of frying some bacon and eggs when his phone rang out, the sudden noise making him jump slightly in surprise. He glanced at the screen with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, wondering who would be calling him this early on a weekend.
The number looked unfamiliar, and he couldn't help the sudden rush of excitement that ran through him. Maybe it was Ambrose.
With a slight rush of eagerness, he picked up the call and hit the answer button, pressing the phone to his ear and hoping his voice didn't sound like he was too hopeful.
"Hello?" He asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Ambrose leaned back in his desk chair in his office at Rosewood Records, smiling slightly as Danny's voice came over the phone.
"Good morning, precious," he said, voice a low purr. "I hope you slept well."
That simple little word, precious , made Danny's heart skip a beat even as he tried to restrain it. He could feel a smile start to pull at the corners of his mouth, the nickname already making him feel warm and fuzzy.
"Morning," he replied softly, shifting the phone to his other ear as he stirred the eggs he'd been cooking and turned down the heat on the burner to make sure they wouldn't burn.
"How are you?" Ambrose asked, resting his head back on the headrest of his desk chair.
Danny was doing his best to keep his cool and not let his excitement show too much, but that was getting increasingly difficult as the conversation went on.
"I'm doing pretty good," he said, a slight smile still on his face as he turned off the stove and got plates down for the food and turned to lean against the countertop. "I'm just making breakfast right now."
Ambrose chuckled, closing his eyes.
"A good submissive, attractive beyond words, and he cooks? You're the full package, Danny," he said.
Danny felt himself blush at that, the words making his heart flip in his chest. He liked the praise, and he liked it even more coming from Ambrose.
He cleared his throat softly, trying to force himself to stay cool as he grabbed a spatula and started to transfer the food onto the plates.
"I wouldn't say I'm that attractive," he said, a hint of self-esteem issues shining through in his voice.
"Mmm, you don't think so?" Ambrose asked, smirking as he switched the phone to his other ear. "I will have to fix that."
Danny swallowed hard, his heart beating a little faster at the soft promise in the older man's tone. His mind was already starting to race with the implications, and he had to bite his lip in a weak attempt to stay composed.
He could too easily imagine himself kneeling at Ambrose's feet, the image making heat flare through his body.
"I-" he started, cutting himself off as his voice came out a little hoarse. He closed his eyes to regain his composure, trying to swallow the sudden feeling of wanting to just give in to the man, to let himself submit to him.
It was becoming more and more clear just how badly he wanted that, the urge to surrender growing stronger with every single word out of Ambrose's mouth.
Ambrose looked down at his hand, the silver rings lining his fingers catching the light as he spoke into the phone casually.
"I would like to see you again," he said simply. "I was thinking this time we could meet somewhere more... Traditional. How does a nice dinner sound? I can pick you up tonight at 7."
He nearly dropped the spatula at the casual way Ambrose mentioned seeing each other again, his heart doing a little flip at the words. A dinner. Going on a date.
The idea sent a rush of excitement through him, and he had to hold himself back from agreeing immediately. "A dinner?" he echoed, a little breathlessly. He cleared his throat in an attempt to get his voice more under control before he spoke again.
"That, uhm... That sounds like a great idea."
"Excellent," Ambrose purred, smiling with satisfaction. "This will be a good test run to see if you are able to fulfill the rest of my requirements for a partner."
It took everything in Danny to not shiver at the tone of the older man's voice, a pleasant little tingle running through his body.
He swallowed hard, doing his best to suppress the desire that had started to coil in his gut. At the mention of what sounded like a list of requirements, a mixture of excitement and nerves flooded him.
"Oh yeah?" he finally asked, struggling to keep his voice even. "What are your requirements, then?"
"I already mentioned that I require a submissive as a partner," Ambrose replied, tapping his knuckle on his desk as he leaned forward. "What I didn't mention yet was that I am looking for a permanent submissive. 24/7, 365. I also require a trophy . Someone that can look good on my arm for networking events and parties in the upper echelons of the music industry and Hollywood elites."
Ambrose paused, letting his words sink in before continuing.
"I need someone that will wear my collar around their neck with pride at all times, and who can mingle with the elites of the music world. A fancy dinner will be a testing ground for the second one."
The more Ambrose spoke, the more Danny felt himself get more and more dizzy, the words sending his heart fluttering in his chest and making his stomach twist in excitement. A permanent submissive? To be on Ambrose's arm permanently? To wear his collar and show everyone that he was his ?
He had to swallow hard just to keep his knees from going weak, heat pulsing through his body and settling in his groin. Damn, at this rate he would be on his knees by the time the dinner even began.
He finally managed to find his voice enough to speak, though it came out a little breathless. "A trophy ," he repeated, the word making his mind start to run wild with the implications.
He already knew he wanted to be all those things Ambrose described - his collar, his pretty trophy, his submissive, his Good boy. The thought of it made heat flare through his body, and he had to take a calming breath to keep himself from blurting out a response.
Ambrose smirked slightly at the sound in Danny's breathy voice over the phone.
" Oui, Mon Cher, a trophy. I'm sure you've heard of the concept before," he replied smoothly, clicking his fingers together to make his large silver rings tap as he slowly spun in his desk chair. "A trophy wife, trophy husband, trophy girlfriend or boyfriend..."
Oh god, the way he said Mon Cher in that accent nearly sent Danny to his knees right then and there, the heat in his body flaring hotter than ever. He had to close his eyes and try to regain some composure, his chest constricting in an attempt to keep his growing excitement in check.
He already knew without a doubt that if he wasn't wearing jeans right now, the effect those damn words had on him would be very obvious.
He cleared his throat again, taking another moment to steady his breath. The idea of being a damn trophy for Ambrose to show off and put up on display was already so hot, his own submission making his mind start to get fuzzy.
He was already thinking about wearing a collar and maybe a leash and a tight outfit--
He nearly groaned at the thought, nearly losing his mind completely right then and there.
Ambrose leaned back in his chair, looking at the phone to see if the call disconnected.
"Danny?" he asked. "Are you still there?"
He managed to find his voice enough to speak, his chest heaving with how hard he was trying to get a hold of himself. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm..." he had to pause to take a shuddering breath to steady himself. "I'm still here. Still listening. I'm just..." he trailed off, his mind unable to form a coherent sentence under the onslaught of mental images the other man's words were sending through his mind.
"Is the trophy thing too much for you?" Ambrose asked, a pit of disappointment forming in his gut. He had had such high hopes for Danny. "Unfortunately, it is non-negotiable. If you don't feel comfortable with it, perhaps we should end our.... dalliance here."
Oh god, no, it was more than enough for him, in the best way possible. The thought of being Ambrose's trophy made his mind go almost completely blank, his heart going a mile a minute at the idea.
"No, it's- it's not too much. It's perfect, Jesus." he managed to croak out. "I- please, god. I want it."
Ambrose blinked in surprise, looking down at his phone again to make sure he wasn't imagining it. He sat forward in his desk chair, leaning on the mahogany desk as he held the phone back to his ear.
"Really?" he asked, his deep voice just a fraction higher in the closest thing to excitement he allowed himself to feel. "You're sure? As I said, it's non-negotiable and if you change your mind down the road, I will have to end things. Be very sure, ma douce. "
Oh god, he could practically hear the surprise in Ambrose's smooth deep voice, the other man's tone going slightly higher and causing his heart to skip again in excitement.
"Yes, yes I'm sure. Very sure. I want it, I want to be your trophy, please, Daddy." he said without an ounce of hesitation, his mind already imagining himself bent over the desk the other man was currently sitting at, completely at Ambrose's mercy while Ambrose worked.
Ambrose's hand clenched on the phone as Danny called him Daddy unprompted. Outside of a scene. Just like a good, 24/7 submissive would do.
He let out a slow breath, trying to maintain his composure.
"I will see you at 7pm," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Wear something fetching. Preferably designer if you have it. If not, then tomorrow I will take you shopping for something more suitable for someone of your status."
Danny had to bite his lip to try and keep himself under control at the sound of that deep authoritative rumble, his breath catching in his chest with how much he wanted to be in front of the other man and on his knees where he damn well belonged.
"Yes, Daddy," he murmured, nodding even though Ambrose couldn't see him. He was pretty sure his knees were shaking a little. "7pm. Designer. I'll see you then, Daddy."
"Good boy," Ambrose growled into the phone, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of hearing Danny's submission. "Text me your address, pet."
Ambrose hung up without another word, immediately running his hand through his slicked back hair, messing it up without a care as he let out a slow breath.
He'd found the perfect man, now he just had to make sure that Danny could handle what Ambrose needed him to.
The second the call was disconnected, Danny had to bite down on the side of his fist to muffle the needy little whimper that escaped him, his imagination immediately running wild. He'd been right. He definitely had major Daddy issues.
With slightly shaking hands, he quickly texted his address to the other man, his mind already thinking about the collar he wanted to wear tonight.
Danny spent the next couple hours carefully getting ready, choosing and planning out his outfit, making sure everything was just right. He picked a suit for tonight - it was a charcoal grey suit, designer of course, with a crisp white shirt and a silk green tie. He made sure it hugged his body just the way it needed to to show all the lines of his muscles and emphasize the breadth of his shoulders. He wanted to look good tonight, for Ambrose.
He had time before Ambrose was supposed to arrive and had a chance just before the other man was supposed to show up to go over some of his pre-selected toys that he had for the night. One of the things that he had discovered long ago was that he loved the feel of a plug inside him, it was like the constant press against the sensitive tissue helped to center him and made the feel of submission even more intense.
He chose a black one with a small emerald stone set into the base and put it inside himself before getting ready to wait for Ambrose to arrive.
Ambrose parked the car outside of the middle class apartment complex, his brow furrowing.
This was hardly considered an appropriate place for a rock star to live, let alone someone that he wanted as a trophy. He made a mental note to find Danny a better place to live if things worked out between them.
Ambrose got out of the car and went up the stairs toward Danny's unit. He looked incredibly out of place in his custom made, tailored black suit, his crisp white dress shirt left unbuttoned at the top to show just a hint of his collarbone, his emerald cufflinks, his platinum chain, his usual diamond stud earring replaced with a ruby one, and his many silver rings on his fingers. His raven black hair was slicked back, his Dior Timeless Oxfords clacking against the metal stairs as he walked up them. His suit had a subtle pattern in the black, a floral print that was just a shade darker black than the rest of the suit so it was barely visible and not too gaudy.
Ambrose stepped up to the door of Danny's unit, pulling the small box out of his suit pockets before knocking.
Danny stood in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom, studying his appearance critically. The suit was perfect, showing off his muscles and the breadth of his shoulders - he almost looked like he could be an enforcer for someone like Ambrose.
He took a deep breath, feeling the plug he had inside of him - it had been a good decision to choose this tonight. Every time he moved a bit too much or shifted, it was like a reminder of its presence inside of him. The pressure on his prostate sent a shiver of pleasure through him.
Ambrose looked down at the box in his hand, wondering if it would be too much too soon for someone like Danny.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Ambrose knocked firmly on the door.
Danny froze for a moment when he heard the knock at the door, his heart skipping almost out of his chest as nervousness and excitement swirled together in a dizzying blend.
He took one last deep breath, checking his appearance one last time, before heading out of his bedroom and toward the door. It took him a few moments to unlock and open the door, revealing the older man on the other side dressed in a suit that looked more expensive than his entire savings account.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow at Danny, eyes trailing over his body and the designer suit.
Oh, yes. Very much Trophy material.
" Bonjour mon cher, " Ambrose said, smiling slightly. "You look delectable."
" Bonjour, Daddy." Danny didn't even really think before he spoke, the word 'Daddy' slipping out before he could stop himself. The title felt completely natural on his tongue, and the way it rolled off felt like a second language at this point.
Danny couldn't help but feel his face heat up a little as those icy blue eyes trailed over his body, his words making Danny's knees feel weak.
Ambrose's smile widened slightly, the anticipation feeling like a coiled spring ready to snap.
He lifted the small box toward Danny, holding it out for him.
"For you, mon cher, " he murmured. "A gift to wear tonight on our date."
Danny swallowed as he looked down at the box, a small shiver of excitement running through him that had nothing to do with the toy inside him. His head was already starting to get fuzzy just thinking about wearing whatever was in the box.
He reached down and took the box, carefully opening it as his heart thudded loudly in his ears.
Inside was a rose shaped pendant on a platinum chain, one that matched Ambrose's own but thinner, more delicate.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow.
"You mentioned that your stage name is Danny Rose," he said casually, showing that he had been paying attention to everything Danny had told him when they had spoken at Désire Mystique the night before, that he had remembered it all and hadn't just been acting that way to sleep with Danny in the private playroom.
"I had considered bringing you a bouquet of roses, but that felt cheap and cliché," he continued, clasping his hands behind his back in a pose that most would have seen as intimidating, but his face was soft. "So I bought you this. It's a pure platinum chain and the pendant is made of white gold with rubies and an emerald for the stem. I hope it is acceptable."
Danny's eyes widened as he carefully pulled the chain from the box, his breath nearly catching in his throat as he took in every detail of the rose. It was absolutely gorgeous, delicate and precious and worth more than everything he owned in this apartment.
His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, his fingers trembling slightly as he slid his fingers gently over the smooth platinum.
He looked up at Ambrose with his throat tight, completely and utterly speechless as he fought against the urge to kiss him.
Please put it on me. He wanted to say the words, but the ability to speak didn't seem to work. His brain seemed to have short circuited, stuck on the sight of the chain and how good it would look around his neck, how soft it would feel against the sensitive skin there.
Instead, he just held it out to Ambrose, biting his lip hard and praying the older man would understand what he was asking for.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow again, tilting his head. Danny wasn't handing back the box, he was holding out the pendant. Ambrose smirked, taking the pendant by the chain and stepping closer.
"Turn around," he murmured.
God, that voice. Even hearing those two words from Ambrose had Danny shivering, the simple command making his legs feel shaky. It was a tone that he could very quickly get addicted to.
He swallowed the moan he wanted to make and nodded, turning around quickly so he was facing away from Ambrose.
Ambrose unclasped the chain and draped it around Danny's neck carefully. He gently clasped it again, letting the cool metal rest against Danny's neck before moving his hands to the blond's shoulders. Ambrose leaned down and kissed the back of Danny's neck gently, chaste and light as a feather.
"I'm glad you like it," he murmured against Danny's neck. "I can already tell that it suits you."
Danny's eyes closed as he felt the cold chain settle around his neck, his breathing hitching and feeling his throat bob as he swallowed. Every nerve in his body seemed to be hyper aware of those slender fingers as they touched his skin, his brain going fuzzy at the gentle kiss to the back of his neck.
He shivered as he felt Ambrose's lips move against his skin, the feeling making his heart pound even faster.
"It's perfect," he breathed, his voice rough and low.
Ambrose hummed, sliding his hands down Danny's shoulders to his upper arms and holding him firmly as he pulled Danny back into his chest.
"Take a look at the pendant again, pet," Ambrose purred. "It's a hook clasp... It can be taken off the chain and put on something else , later..."
Ambrose had gotten the clasp changed specifically, making it thicker and larger so that it could be attached to an O ring of a collar, should things work out between him and Danny.
Danny's breath trembled, and he swallowed hard as he felt himself being pulled back. He felt almost like a ragdoll as Ambrose held him close, and he couldn't help but shiver as those slender fingers slid over his arm.
He reached up to brush his fingers over the pendant again, his mind immediately realizing what the hook-clasp could mean. Oh God-
He felt his knees shake and he nearly stumbled as he thought about having a collar attached there someday, having the symbol of his submission on display for everyone to see.
Ambrose pressed another kiss to Danny's neck, harder this time, more possessive. Then he stepped back, a satisfied glint in his eye at the state he had Danny in with just one gift and a few words.
"Lock up your apartment, pet, our reservation is at 7:30," he said, clasping his hands behind his back again.
Danny's mind was in utter meltdown, his knees feeling weak as Ambrose pulled back again. The kiss had been just firm enough to make him shiver and want so much more, his body left cold and missing the other man as soon as that body heat left.
He almost felt like begging for more - he wanted more of that possessive tone, more of those kisses and touches, but he managed to nod in understanding as he forced his mind back to the present.
"Yeah - yeah, I'll, um- I'll do that," he said, the words tumbling out in a rush.
Ambrose watched Danny fumble to lock his apartment, a predatory gleam in his intense blue eyes. Danny was practically dropping already. He'd make the perfect submissive.
But Ambrose still has to be sure that Danny could handle life as a Trophy. That was the entire point of this dinner date, to show him off and give him a taste of what being in a relationship with Ambrose would be like, all the time. It wouldn't be just at galas and parties and industry functions. No, Ambrose needed a partner that would be admired and envied and desired everywhere they went.
He sincerely hoped that Danny could handle it.
"Come along then," Ambrose said, holding his arm out for Danny once the blonde finished locking his door.
Danny felt those blue eyes on him as he fumbled with his keys, and he nearly dropped them twice in his flustered state. He was almost dizzy with how much his thoughts were spinning around in his head - images of himself in a collar filling his head as he tried to get his hands to cooperate.
He almost stumbled when he did get the door locked, and he took a shuddering breath as he hurried over to Ambrose and took his arm. He could already feel his skin buzzing in anticipation of going out with the older man.
Ambrose smirked at Danny's eagerness. That was a good sign. He led them down the stairs to his car - a sleek black Mercedes-Maybach S-Class 680 4MATIC. The luxury car was worth almost $250,000 by itself, not including any customization - of which Ambrose had many.
Ambrose walked over to the car - which looked starkly out of place in the middle class apartment complex parking lot - leading Danny over to the passenger side. Ambrose swiped his finger against the handle to unlock the car and opened the door for Danny.
Danny’s eyes almost bulged out of his skull at the sight of the Mercedes. Jesus Christ, he really has money.
He could feel the thrill of excitement and anticipation that was coursing through him as he slid into the passenger seat. The leather of the seats was soft, and he sank into them nearly instantly - his hands running along the armrests and the door in a mix of pleasure and astonishment. He was just now realizing what he was getting himself into.
Ambrose walked around to the driver's side after shutting Danny's door. He glanced around, noting the few curious stares they were getting from Danny's neighbors. He smirked slightly, opening the driver door and sliding in with a practiced ease. He pushed the button to start the car, engine roaring to life with a purr.
"Does this give you a better idea of what exactly I am looking for?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dash of the car. He couldn’t tell if the car was fully standard or if it was customized - but it looked expensive. The materials alone made the price shoot up.
The thought that the man sitting next to him in the driver’s seat was likely loaded enough to buy one of the most expensive cars possible in a cash drop without batting an eye was enough to send a shiver down his spine. This was dangerous. This was really, really dangerous.
“I’m getting the picture,” he said, forcing his eyes away from the dash to look at Ambrose. He bit his lip, shifting in his seat and feeling the plug press against his prostate again - the pressure sending a ripple of pleasure through him.
“So how loaded are we talking, exactly?” he asked, his voice a bit huskier than usual.
Ambrose chuckled.
"Would you like my net worth or my monthly salary?" he asked, glancing at Danny as he stopped at a red light.
“Both.”
The word fell from his lips quickly. He was a bit eager for that information, if only to know exactly how much money this man had - the fact that he could buy a quarter of a million dollar car with cash was definitely an eye opener for him. His mind was already running through various numbers, trying to figure out just how the man was able to drop that much money without batting an eye.
"My monthly salary is around $170,000, give or take with taxes, I don't remember exactly," Ambrose replied.
While the light was still red, he reached over and caught Danny's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, turning to look at him with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
"And my net worth is currently valued at around 12 million."
The light turned green and Ambrose dropped Danny's chin and turned back to the road to keep driving.
Danny’s head began to spin at the words. 12 million .
He couldn’t even wrap his head around having that much money. The amount sounded so outrageous and unreasonable that it sounded fake. Who even made that much?
That amount made the price of the Mercedes make sense. If anything, it made it seem so cheap and insignificant when compared to the amount of money that Ambrose had.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled - his suit pants getting tighter as time went on, his insides clenching around the plug inside him.
Ambrose chuckled, one hand on the wheel and one hand on the gear shift. As they got closer to the restaurant, his heart thudded in his chest. He had been on thousands of dates in his life, hundreds of men and women and a few nonbinary people had warmed his bed and graced his arm.
But none of them were quite like Danny. Danny was a natural submissive, incredibly attractive, had a successful career as the lead singer of a popular band that had lasted 20 years in the ever changing music industry, and was incredibly intelligent when he wasn't thinking with his dick.
And he was an incredible lay, Ambrose admitted to himself, remembering the night before in the playroom of Désire Mystique. He wanted things to work out with Danny. He wanted them to be compatible and for Danny to succeed in passing Ambrose's incredibly high standards for a long term partner. He hoped for it. He rarely ever let himself hope for anything before it was proven to be achievable, but he hoped for Danny.
Ambrose took his hand from the gear shift and placed it on Danny's thighs, the material of the singer's designer suit soft under his palm.
The touch was almost innocent, considering everything that had happened the night prior, but it was also a claiming touch. Danny's eyes flickered down to the hand on his thigh, his mind flashing back to the night before once again. His body remembered all the things that those hands had done, how they had made him come undone and beg for more.
Without even thinking, he parted his thighs a bit more, a small noise of anticipation slipping out of his throat.
"You like the suit?" he asked.
Ambrose smirked as he felt Danny part his legs, keeping his eyes on the road.
"It's very becoming," Ambrose complimented, his fingers squeezing Danny's thigh just a bit. "As I said when you opened your door, you look delectable, mon cher ."
"H-Have I ever mentioned how hot it is when you speak French to me?" Danny breathed out quietly, not even trying to hide the effect that the man's words and the hand on his thigh had on him anymore. He was already hard and aching, and the plug inside him was driving him crazy. He wanted to be good and behave, but the desire to be touched and the craving for more was overwhelming right now.
Danny's tongue flicked out to lick his lower lip.
"You have not, but I can tell ," Ambrose replied, sliding his hand up Danny's thigh.
The slide of those fingers up his thigh made his breath catch in his throat, his muscles tensing and thighs twitching under Ambrose's touch. He couldn't help but spread his legs a bit more, his voice barely above a low purr.
"You're going to drive me crazy if you keep touching me like that," he said, his eyes darkened with desire.
"A little crazy never hurt anyone," Ambrose murmured, squeezing Danny's upper thigh again before pulling his hand away to switch gears. He pulled into the parking lot for the restaurant smoothly, not even bothering with the parking as he pulled straight up to the valet.
The restaurant was a three Michelin star awarded French restaurant that was frequented by celebrities of all types - musicians, actors, billionaires, influencers, artists, directors, producers, and industry titans that dominate every field of entertainment.
Ambrose stepped out of the car, immediately glaring at the valet that tried to open Danny's door, stopping him in his tracks. Ambrose kept the glare on his face as he walked around the car, only dropping it and replacing it with a smile as he opened Danny's door and held out a hand to help him from the car.
Danny stepped out of the car, unable to hide his impressed expression as he looked up at the towering building of the French Restaurant. He could already recognize a lot of the cars in the parking lot as high-end, expensive vehicles, and he knew without a doubt that all the people inside were either the wealthy elite of the city or celebrities.
He took Ambrose's outstretched hand, stepping out of the car with a graceful elegance, the expensive suit he was wearing a bit snug now, fitting him like a glove and showing off his muscles and physique.
A hint of anticipation filled his chest.
Ambrose smirked, glancing around to see the reactions of the valets and other people loitering outside the restaurant to his trophy . A few appreciative looks, a few women looking rather jealous, and the valet staring openly at Danny with wide eyes and an obvious problem in his pants.
Ambrose smugly tucked Danny's hand into the crook of his elbow, tossing the keys to his car to the stupefied valet.
Ambrose led Danny toward the doors of the restaurant, walking confidently and like he owned the entire building - which he was actually considering buying. There was good money in real estate. Ambrose glanced down at Danny, checking on him to see how he was handling the first exposure as a Trophy.
Danny clung onto Ambrose's arm like he was the only thing keeping him grounded, his eyes flickering around the place, taking it in. He could feel the looks and the attention on them, and he could see the obvious desire and envy from many, including the valet they'd just handed the keys to.
It made a part of his chest burn with pride, the fact that he was Ambrose's trophy, that right now he was the one on the older man's arm. He looked up at Ambrose when he felt the man glance down at him and gave a reassuring smile.
Satisfied that Danny wasn't a shivering, nervous mess at the initial attention and that he was handling things well so far, Ambrose led him into the restaurant.
Immediately, the abrupt change in atmosphere almost seemed to relax Ambrose. The elegant and extravagant restaurant was his preferred type of place, second only to Désire Mystique and the high end BDSM club's understated but high class atmosphere.
Ambrose led Danny to the host stand, barely even reaching it before the woman standing behind it was staring openly at them both. Her eyes wandered over Ambrose hungrily before looking at Danny, her eyes locking on the platinum and white gold rose pendant around his neck that matched Ambrose's platinum chain necklace.
"Reservation for 7:30," Ambrose said, ignoring the obvious ogling. "Under Cromwell."
Danny was still a little tense, but it had more to do with how good Ambrose looked right now. He was obviously completely in his element, completely confident and comfortable here - it was hot as hell, and Danny was trying to act natural and not like his brain was currently short-circuiting and the only things coming out of his mouth were filthy, needy little gasps and moans.
He felt the way the woman looked at them both, how she clearly thought he was very lucky to be able to be on the handsome man's arm. God. He felt so damn lucky.
The hostess smiled a bit too tight-lipped and nodded, gesturing for them to follow.
"Right this way, messieurs, your table is ready and waiting for you," she said, sweeping away from the host stand, her lovely cocktail dress doing wonders for her figure.
Ambrose didn't notice or didn't care, his expression almost bored as he followed her with Danny. When they reached the table, in a rather public spot in the middle of the dining room of the restaurant, Ambrose ignored the hostess once again, stepping around her to pull Danny's chair out for him.
Danny sat, and for a moment, his eyes closed with a barely-restrained shiver when he sat down and felt the plug inside of him move slightly. Even the slightest movement was enough to trigger a shudder of pleasure at this point, and he took a deep, calming breath to try and get himself under control. Right. They were in public. He couldn't be getting off right now, god damnit.
He exhaled slowly when Ambrose pushed his chair into the table, the older man's hand lingering at his shoulder for a few moments.
Ambrose walked around the table and took his own seat, the hostess still prattling on about the evening's menu and specials.
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary," Ambrose interrupted, unbuttoning his suit jacket to sit down. "Just tell Chef Laurent that Ambrose Cromwell is here. He will know what we want."
Ambrose didn't even look up from the table and Danny as he spoke to the hostess, paying her no mind or attention. The woman huffed, eyes shooting daggers at Danny like it was his fault Ambrose wasn't paying attention to her, and walked away to go tell the head chef.
Danny had to put a lot of effort into trying not to smirk as the hostess left, clearly pissed that Ambrose - a man she was clearly more than interested in - hadn't paid any attention to her whatsoever, or even bothered looking at her once.
God, it was a huge boost for Danny's ego, knowing that he was the one Ambrose was here with, the one on the handsome man's arm, the one he was going to go home with tonight. He looked across the table at the older man.
Ambrose leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on the table as he looked across it at Danny with a small smirk.
"You're doing very well for this being your first time as a Trophy," he mused. "I admit, I expected you to be more nervous or jittery."
Danny was proud of himself for not having shown his nerves up until this point. He had thought he would be more nervous than he actually was - being in a fancy restaurant like this with an older, powerful, dominant man who had purchased a rose necklace for him wasn't the situation he'd exactly expected to find himself in.
He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.
"Guess I hid them better than I thought," he responded with a smirk of his own, tilting his head ever so slightly.
Ambrose chuckled, a smile pulling at his lips. "You are an excellent actor, then," he replied. "I hardly noticed you shaking. Though, I wonder..."
Ambrose leaned forward on the table, his intense blue eyes lit with a hungry gleam.
"Those lovely eyes of yours are dilated, pet... I can't help but wonder if your legs are shaking because you're nervous, or because of me ..."
Damn, the older man's voice itself was a weapon. It was deep, rich, and so damn enticing that Danny could barely focus on his words. The tone was so calm, yet there was a hint of dominance to it that made his stomach flip and caused the plug to press against his prostate.
He shifted slightly in his chair, clearing his throat as his face heated up.
"Definitely... you."
Ambrose raised an eyebrow at his shifting and suddenly flushed cheeks.
"Danny..." he murmured, reaching across the table with an open hand, palm up. "You seem flustered , pet."
Ambrose's eyes darkened, his borderline sadistic brain already coming up with ways to make things harder for Danny just to watch him squirm. "Is this too much for you?" he asked, voice tinged with purposeful concern. "Is being my little trophy boy too hard for you already?"
The concern in Ambrose's voice was entirely fake, and Danny knew it. He was being teased, and he hated and loved it at the same time. He'd never really let himself be treated like a trophy before, yet here he was, a grown man flustered by it like some sort of inexperienced twenty year old.
He placed his trembling hand into the older man's open palm, feeling the firmness of his grip.
"N-no," he said, shaking his head, unable to tear his eyes away from those azure ones.
Ambrose lifted Danny's hand, eyes never leaving the singer's, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"You shift around in your chair like that and you make me think you have something to hide," Ambrose purred, lips brushing Danny's fingers. He snaked his tongue out, flicking the tip just barely over Danny's ring finger before slowly lowering his hand again.
Damn-
The touch of Ambrose's lips and tongue against his hand - such a small gesture, yet it sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his core. The simple thing of the older man's tongue flicking over his ring finger had his pulse racing and the plug shifting again inside of him.
He swallowed hard, his tongue licking over his suddenly dry lips as he watched Ambrose lower his hand back down onto the table.
"N-no, I don't... Nothing to hide," he managed to say, his voice breathless. Why did he suddenly feel so flustered and submissive right now-
He swallowed again, eyes drifting down to the man's hand on top of his on the table, and Danny had the sudden and almost overwhelming desire to crawl under the table and get on his knees for him. That was a new feeling.
Ambrose raised a perfect onyx eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. He shifted his hand, sliding it under Danny's to press his fingers to the singer's inner wrist.
"Are you sure ?" he asked. "I would hate for my good little boy to be lying to me. Good boys don't lie, do they, pet?"
Ambrose could tell that Danny was more aroused than he would be if it was just Ambrose. He suspected there might be a toy of some kind involved. Perhaps a cock ring or a vibrator, or maybe a plug.
Jesus Christ.
The pet name "good little boy" and the implication that Danny would be a bad little boy if he lied had him shifting again, his chest tightening as the plug moved against his prostate and nearly made him gasp.
He was having a very hard time focusing and trying to control his responses. He didn't want to give it all away, but damn it, the older man was really making it difficult for him.
The thought of being a good boy for this man was making him nearly dizzy, and he had to work very hard to school his expression and keep his composure. Hearing the words that came next did nothing to alleviate those feelings either, and he nearly had to bite his lip to keep himself from making a sound.
He was already hard, the plug inside of him was a torturous reminder that he wanted more and the older man still hadn't touched him yet.
Ambrose leaned back in his chair, taking his hand away from Danny's to cross his arms and look at the singer across the table from him. That eyebrow was still raised expectantly.
"Speak, pet," Ambrose ordered in a low voice. "Tell me what you are hiding."
Danny felt the loss of contact with Ambrose's hand and barely managed to withhold a soft noise. His heart was already racing and the older man's tone of voice was doing nothing to help him collect himself.
He was not doing very well at keeping it together. A warm shiver ran through him, his cock twitching as the plug inside him pressed against his prostate. Damn, he was getting more worked up each second that passed.
He swallowed hard and spoke in a slightly wavery voice. "I… I have a plug inside me, sir..."
Ambrose's eyes darkened with desire and a predatory gleam. His chest rose and fell as he took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly. His hand clenched a bit in the sleeve of his custom, tailored suit, his arms still crossed.
"You," he said, his deep voice even deeper and gravelly and rough. "Have a plug in. And you didn't tell me?"
For a moment, Ambrose heavily considered saying screw the dinner. But no, this was supposed to be a testing ground for whether or not Danny could handle being a trophy for Ambrose. This needed to happen, they couldn't just fuck again like they had last night.
Danny shivered as the low tone of Ambrose's voice combined with the rough and gravelly timber it had taken on. He was already struggling to stay focused, and the older man's words sent even more heat rushing through him.
He swallowed hard again and nodded. "Y-Yes… I have a plug in, Daddy… and I didn't tell you," he managed to say, his own voice coming out in a soft whisper.
He was trying to stay composed and not just lean across the table to kiss the older man.
Before Ambrose could respond, the head chef of the restaurant, Chef Laurent, walked over to their table with a gaggle of food runners behind him.
"Ambrose, mon ami , it's so good to see you," Chef Laurent said, shaking Ambrose's hand firmly with a bright smile. Ambrose immediately switched from Daddy Dom to public persona, smiling at the chef and rising to give him a proper handshake and a clap on the arm.
" Bonjour, mon ami, ça fait trop longtemps, " he replied, laughing. The food was put on the table as Ambrose spoke.
Danny let out a huff at the interruption, feeling almost thankful at it for giving him an opportunity to try and get himself back under control. He wasn't too fond of having their conversation interrupted, but knowing that he had a plug in him and he'd managed to get himself in this kind of state while in a very public place made him appreciate the break.
He shifted a bit on his chair, feeling the plug press against his prostate. He definitely wasn't going to last through the dinner at this rate.
Ambrose turned, a hand on Chef Laurent's arm and he gestured to Danny.
"Louis, allow me to introduce my date for the evening, Daniel Murillo," Ambrose said, smiling at Danny and motioning for him to rise.
Danny stood up, making sure he didn't show any signs of discomfort or anything as the plug inside him moved and pressed against his prostate. He tried to focus and smiled at Chef Laurent, glad he wasn't shaking as he held out his hand to shake the chef's.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, glad his voice didn't give away how he was feeling right now.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly even as Chef Laurent shook Danny's hand animatedly.
"It is so good to meet you, Daniel," he said excitedly. "Ambrose has not brought a date here in so long I was afraid the poor man had gone celibate!"
Ambrose rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he sent a soft glare at the chef.
"I have standards, Louis, I don't just date anyone," he said, voice smooth and without a hint of annoyance.
Danny didn't comment at the mention of Ambrose not having any dates for a while, but he did smile a little at the mention of the chef thinking that the other man had gone celibate.
He was kind of amused at how the interaction was going. He could only guess how many times Ambrose had heard the same comments about him dating. He did wonder just how much Chef Laurent knew about Ambrose's "preferences" - the man knew about Désire Mystique, or else Ambrose wouldn't have picked here to have their date.
Chef Laurent waved Ambrose off dismissively.
"Bah, your standards are impossible high, Ambrose, you need to lighten up!" the chef said. He looked at Danny again with a bright smile on his handsome face. "But I suppose Daniel here must be a rare gem indeed if he met those impossible standards."
Ambrose stiffened, glaring at Chef Laurent and putting a hand on Danny's shoulder, fingers squeezing.
"We shall see," Ambrose said, his tone still casual but his face anything but.
He could feel the way Ambrose's fingers squeezed his shoulder, and the slight hint of possessiveness in that action sent a slight jolt of pleasure through him. He was trying to keep himself under control, trying not to focus too much on the plug inside him and just how good it felt to have the older man's hand on him in such a simple way, but damn if it was proving difficult.
He tried to focus on the conversation. He was a little glad he could feel the plug, it was a reminder to make him stay grounded.
Louis laughed off Ambrose's glare like it was nothing, taking Danny's hand and bending to kiss his ringless knuckles.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Daniel, an absolute pleasure," Chef Laurent said, stepping away with a wave and a wink at Ambrose. Ambrose practically growled, his grip on Danny's shoulder tightening.
"Yes, it was so nice to see you, Louis," Ambrose said through a gritted smile. Once the chef had left Ambrose looked down at Danny with hard eyes, almost a glare but not quite.
The fact that Ambrose's grip on his shoulder had just gotten even tighter and stronger sent a shiver through him. He had to suppress the urge to lean into that touch, to let Ambrose take him against the nearest wall and use him. He could feel the way his jeans had gotten tighter again, and damn if he was glad they were a dark black color, otherwise he would definitely be showing his arousal.
He tried to keep his eyes on Ambrose's face, watching his expressions but he couldn't deny the effect the possessive grip had on him.
Ambrose snapped his hand up, grabbing Danny by the chin roughly and jerking his head up. Ambrose glared at him, eyes stormy and thunderous.
"If you ever let another man touch you like that again while you are with me, I will end this little test run of a relationship before it can even begin," he growled. "Do you understand?"
Danny's heart nearly skipped a beat as his chin was roughly grabbed, and damn if that glare didn't send a jolt of something through him. He swallowed hard, feeling his suit pants get even tighter and the plug press in even more against his prostate as he looked up at the icy blue eyes. He tried to ignore how his breath was coming in a little bit faster than before, tried to keep a straight face and not let his eyes show how much this was turning him on.
He swallowed again, before he nodded slowly.
"I understand," he managed to breathe out.
Ambrose continued to glare at him for a moment before nodding sharply and returning to his seat at the table.
"Sit and eat," he said, voice hard but softened slightly with Danny's acknowledgement. Ambrose sat, his expression cool and relaxed like nothing had happened.
Danny tried to force his breath to even out, feeling like he was in a bit of a daze as he sat down again. His mind was a mess of a million different things - the plug pressing into him as his suit pants kept getting tighter and tighter around his increasingly interested length, the feeling of Ambrose's possessive grip still lingering on his chin, the memories of being in the playroom and how those hands had felt the night before and how much he wanted them on him again now.
He managed to take a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Ambrose silently cut through his steak, not looking at Danny just yet. After a few minutes of silence, he had sufficiently calmed enough to speak. He set his silverware down on his half empty plate and leaned his elbows on the table, steepling his fingers.
"As you know, my need for an appropriate trophy in my long term partner is non-negotiable and a requirement for a relationship of any kind with me," he said, finally looking up at Danny with thinned lips and stormy eyes. "And trophies are meant to be seen and envied and desired . Not touched ."
Danny tried to focus on what Ambrose was saying, struggling to keep his mind from wandering as he pushed down the urge to moan from the way the butt plug was moving around inside him as he shifted in the chair. He took a few bites of his own food before he spoke, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I understand," he managed to say, his eyes on his own half full plate and not looking up at Ambrose, his face flushed a little with how turned on he was by the reminder of the possessive and dominant side of him.
Ambrose was quiet for a moment, just staring at Danny. The singer's face was flushed and his hands were shaking and Ambrose couldn't tell if he was about to cry or about to bed him to fuck him on the table in the middle of the restaurant.
Finally, Ambrose sighed and shook his head, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arm.
"Danny, I very much want this to work out," he said, his voice softening. "I have very high hopes for you. But perhaps you simply are not ready to be a full-time submissive or a trophy..."
Danny's head shot up quickly at those words, his eyes wide with something like desperation.
"No!"
Shit he had spoken too quickly and too loudly. He needed to calm down, to regain his composure and not make a mess. He took another deep breath, trying to regain his composure.
"No. please. I'm trying. I promise I'm trying to be good. For you. I want this to work out as well, more than you know. Please give me another chance, Sir..."
Ambrose sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. Danny was desperate, he could see that clearly. Ambrose wasn't usually one to give second chances. Chef Laurent hadn't been exaggerating about his standards being impossibly high. If someone didn't meet them, Ambrose didn't usually waste his time letting them try again.
But Danny was different. He hoped for Danny. Ambrose didn't hope for anything.
"Very well, mon cher ," he sighed again, reaching across the table to lace his fingers with Danny's. Danny was different. "Let's take it seriously this time, oui ?"
Danny clutched at his hand as if it were a lifeline, feeling a wave of relief wash over him at the man's words and the gentle way he wrapped his fingers around his own. He nodded quickly, giving a little bit of a hopeful smile.
"Yes. Yes, of course. I'll take it seriously this time. I swear I will. Please..." he said, feeling almost desperate to have that dominant and possessive side of the older man back.
Ambrose nodded, squeezing Danny's fingers gently.
"Good. Let's finish eating, I have plans for us after dinner," he said, going back to his steak like nothing had happened.
Danny nodded, slowly letting himself relax a bit now that he knew he'd get another chance. The reminder of his own food seemed to give him something to focus on, and he managed to eat about half of what was on his plate before looking up at Ambrose.
"Plans… after dinner?"
He swallowed, his mind swimming with possibilities. His ass clenched around the plug, making him flinch a little, and oh god what he wanted right now the most was to get him some alone time with Ambrose.
"Yes," Ambrose replied, taking a sip of his wine. "A few of my colleagues in the music industry are having a little get together at a gentlemen's club this evening and I was asked to join them. You will be coming with me."
Ambrose looked over the rim of his glass at Danny with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk.
"Unless you would rather retire for the evening after dinner and I go alone."
Danny paused for a moment, his mind racing at the thought of spending an evening in a club, probably filled with a lot of the elite of the music industry, while being both the youngest and the most inexperienced in the room. And all while he had a plug in his ass that he was desperately trying not to grind down onto the chair and while also being desperate for attention and affection from the dominant, authoritative and possessive older man.
He managed to meet Ambrose's gaze, his own eyes wide.
"...No. no, I'll come with you. Please."
Ambrose chuckled, setting his glass down and pushing his plate aside to lean on the table. He smirked at Danny, tilting his head slightly.
"Very well. You'll have to change first of course," Ambrose said, eyes drifting over the designer suit Danny had worn for their date. "As much as I enjoy seeing you in a suit as opposed to your more casual style, I'm afraid the second half of our evening will require you to be a bit more on the Trophy side of things."
Danny's mind immediately went to the word Trophy as a shiver ran down his spine. A shiver of pleasure, of anticipation and excitement. He wanted to be Ambrose's trophy - he wanted Ambrose to dress him and show him off and have him on his arm for the entire event.
He'd never even thought of the idea before, but now that it was there... it was like something clicked inside of him.
"What… what did you have in mind?" He asked with a slightly shaky voice.
"Something tight," Ambrose replied, his eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction as Danny shivered. "Pretty, tight, revealing."
Danny's breath caught at the words that passed Ambrose's lips - tight, pretty and revealing were words that made his skin grow hot. He swallowed around the words that had suddenly gotten stuck in his throat, his mind already making a mental inventory of his closet and what he already had at his apartment that could fit all of those things together.
"Any… specific colors that you want?" He asked, trying to remain collected.
"Oh yes," Ambrose practically purred. "But don't worry, pet, I have something picked out for you already. I have a few options for you to choose from."
Ambrose had checked the sizing on Danny's clothes before they had gotten dressed after their time in the private playroom in Désire Mystique. He had already bought a few things with Danny in mind, nothing too expensive - other than the platinum chain and rose pendant that Danny was currently wearing around his neck, of course - but designer and very much to Ambrose's own tastes.
Danny's mind was struggling to keep up now. The idea of Ambrose having chosen something for him to wear, possibly even having just gone out shopping for it, was making his head feel fuzzy and his body hot. And the pet name - not yet in any contract or anything but already Ambrose had called him pet. But more than anything the idea that he would be paraded around on Ambrose's arm at a big party while dressed up pretty and tight and revealing....
He took a shuddering breath.
"S..." He had to swallow again before he could speak. "Show me."
Ambrose chuckled, nodding to Danny's plate.
"Finish eating. You'll need the energy," he said, not exactly an order but still commanding.
Danny nodded and picked up his fork and knife, forcing himself to take another bite of his food. He was feeling much too worked up to be hungry, but if Ambrose wanted him to eat, and if he did so he would have the energy to keep up with what seemed to be a crazy evening coming up.
He ate another bite as he kept his attention on Ambrose, his mind replaying the words something tight, pretty, revealing over and over.
As Danny worked on his food, Ambrose raised an arm, one finger held up just enough to catch the attention of the restaurant staff. The waiter arrived quickly and Ambrose asked for the bill. A few minutes, one solid black debit card, and a receipt with triple digits later - Ambrose tucked his wallet back into his jacket pocket and raised an eyebrow at Danny and his empty plate.
"Are you ready, ma chere ?" he asked.
Danny looked down at his empty plate, surprised and slightly alarmed that he had actually managed to eat everything without even noticing it. He looked up when Ambrose spoke and nodded, pushing back his seat.
He wasn't even going to ask why Ambrose had called him ma chere . He was almost too damn flustered to speak by now - everything that had happened so far sounded too much like he was already Ambrose's, even without a contract or anything.
Ambrose stood and before Danny could stand as well, he stepped over and offered a hand to help him from the chair with a small smile.
"Come along then, ma douce, let's get you changed."
Danny didn't hesitate to accept the offered hand, pulling himself to his feet. A shiver ran through him as soon as his hand touched Ambrose's, the heat of his palm nearly making Danny's knees go a little weak.
He swallowed down the slight knot in his throat before speaking, trying to steady his voice. He didn't want to appear too needy and desperate right now.
"Yes, Sir," he replied, giving a slight nod and following when Ambrose stepped back and turned for the exit.
As they walked through the restaurant, Ambrose tucked Danny's hand in the crook of his elbow and took a glance around the French restaurant that was frequented by celebrities of all types - musicians, actors, billionaires, influencers, artists, directors, producers, and industry titans that dominate every field of entertainment.
The majority of the room was filled, a good showing for the early evening. There were more than a few stares as well, from all types. Some were appreciative, others were curious, and others looked outright envious of them. Ambrose even noticed the look from actor Tom Hiddleston in the back corner that was focused on Danny a little too hard.
Ambrose smirked, turning his eyes back forward as they exited the restaurant and stepped up to the valet stand on the street, satisfied with the results of Danny's first test as a potential submissive and Trophy.
Danny felt somewhat like a prized pet being paraded through the restaurant - he could feel more than a few eyes on him, studying him with varying levels of appreciation and intrigue and outright jealousy. It made him shiver under his suit, his heart skipping a beat every time his eyes met someone else's in the crowd. And he felt more than a little flustered when a very distinct and heated stare from Tom Hiddleston made him want to step closer to the older man next to him. Even when they exited into the cold night air, he stayed pressed against Ambrose's side.
Ambrose walked up to the valet stand, pulling his wallet from his suit jacket inner pocket. The same valet from before, the one who had gotten a boner just from looking at Danny, stuttered out a few words as Ambrose silently passed him a hundred dollar bill.
The sleek black Mercedes-Maybach was soon retrieved and Ambrose opened the passenger door for Danny, actively ignoring the stares from the valet and the obvious issue in his pants as he looked at Danny. Ambrose walked around to the driver's side and got in, unbuttoning his jacket to climb into the luxury car. When the door was closed, he couldn't help letting out a satisfied chuckle.
"You, mon cher , make an excellent Trophy," he said, pulling away from the restaurant.
Danny felt slightly guilty when he saw that the valet definitely seemed to be enjoying the view and even was sporting a boner in his own slacks, but he couldn't help the slight shiver that went through him when he was let into the car and Ambrose climbed into the driver's seat.
At the words, his muscles clenched involuntarily around the plug still inside of him, and he almost let out a quiet moan at the pressure on his prostate. But he didn't - he just nodded, his throat feeling tighter than anything.
"Thank you, Sir," he mumbled softly.
Ambrose hummed, reaching into the back seat and pulling a shopping back forward, placing the large bag in Danny's lap. It was a bag from Dion Lee .
"There are three options there for you," Ambrose told him. "I have shoes for you as well."
The options that Ambrose had chosen ranged from tasteful to downright slutty and he was curious which one Danny would choose. The tight fitted knit tank top with the cut out side with baggy denims, the bejeweled mesh shirt with a leather harness under it and the loose leather pants, or the long sleeves crop top with a mesh stomach and the matching miniskirt. Personally, Ambrose wanted to see Danny in the mesh and miniskirt, especially with the knee high black boots that he also had in the back.
Danny took the bag from Ambrose and looked inside, a shiver running through him at just how skimpy all three of the outfits were. Even the most modest one would make any head turn - especially if he wore it out in Hollywood.
He swallowed, his eyes catching on the miniskirt for a second before he looked up at Ambrose. Damn, the man really knew his taste.
He picked up that outfit, carefully pulling it out to get a proper look at it. The tight crop top would show off the muscles on his shoulders and arms and the mesh would show off his stomach, and then the miniskirt would tease without showing, with those high heeled boots making it look even more revealing than it actually was… his head was swimming just thinking about wearing that. He swallowed again.
"Uh, the miniskirt…?" he murmured, looking up to meet Ambrose's gaze.
Ambrose smiled, eyes on the road as he drove them toward the gentleman's club they would be meeting his colleagues at.
"Is that your choice?" he asked, already pleased. "I think you would look delicious in it, if I am being candid."
The use of the word 'delicious' sent a shiver through Danny, his body reacting so easily to the simple choice of words. Damn, he was really a submissive through and through - he wanted to be this man's good boy at any cost.
His voice was a bit shaky when he responded, his brain already spinning with images of just how it would look on him and how good he would look wearing it.
"Yes, I choose this one, Sir," he murmured.
"Good boy," Ambrose purred, reaching over to take Danny's chin in his hand and pull him closer over the center console of the car. As he stopped at a red light, Ambrose looked at Danny with a heated, smoldering look in his intense blue eyes.
"And one more thing, ma douce ," he murmured. "While we are there, you will call me Daddy or Ambrose. No Sir. It will sound too much like you are my employee and tonight, I want it to be abundantly clear that you are on my arm as my date . Understood?"
Danny whimpered softly at the look in Ambrose's eyes, his stomach twisting and his muscles clenching involuntarily around the plug still inside of him at being called a good boy. The shiver it sent through him was only further heightened by the possessive way that Ambrose took his chin in his hand.
He swallowed a bit more before nodding, his eyes never leaving the older man's gaze.
"Y-Yes, Daddy, I understand," he murmured.
"Good boy," Ambrose repeated, turning back to the drive.
"We will be there soon and there are restrooms in the lobby that you can use to change. When we get there, I want you to change, make yourself pretty, and look confident . You will be mingling with some of the top producers and musicians in Los Angeles tonight and you will need to show them that you belong with them and by extension - me."
Danny nodded, his body feeling like it was on fire with how the words affected him - hearing Ambrose repeat 'good boy' affected him a way that he couldn't explain.
Being called Daddy's good boy was becoming one of his favorite things already, if the way his muscles clenched around the plug inside him was anything to go by.
He swallowed and nodded, steeling himself.
"Yes, Daddy, I understand," he repeated. "I'll look pretty and confident for you."
"Yes, you will," Ambrose replied, pulling up to the club. It was understated and elegant, like a speakeasy rather than a club. Ambrose parked the car in front of the valet and got out, walking around to Danny's side to open the door for him once again.
"Go change, pet," Ambrose said, helping Danny from the car. He took a moment to open the backseat and pull out the knee high leather boots for Danny, nodding to the door of the club. "The restrooms are to the right as soon as you walk in. Do not go to the front desk, come right back out here so we can put your suit away in the car before we go inside."
Danny nodded, taking the boots and following the instructions. The walk into the club was slightly uncomfortable, the way that the plug inside of him rubbed against his prostate with every step he took. It was a constant reminder of the man waiting for him outside - his Daddy.
When he reached the restroom, he changed as quickly as he could, putting on the high boots and pulling the crop top on, adjusting it and making sure that it was sitting right.
He looked at himself in the mirror, turning slightly to the side and looking at the way it showed off his muscles and shoulders in the cropped top and the way the leather skirt stretched tight across his ass, leaving barely anything to the imagination. He swallowed.
He looked good, that was for sure… but he hoped that Ambrose would like it, like how he looked.
With one more glance in the mirror, he left the restroom to go back out to where Daddy was waiting.
Ambrose was leaning against the car, ignoring the valet that was telling him that he had to move for the waiting vehicles. He rolled his eyes and the motion had him glancing at the door just as Danny walked out. Ambrose's breath caught and his eyes widened just a fraction.
Danny looked incredible . His strong, leanly muscled body was shown off perfectly but the long sleeves crop top. The top was black fabric over his arms and the neckline, but the mesh was from the collarbone down, meaning that all of Danny's chest and stomach were exposed underneath. Everything from his tattoos to his nipples were on display. The tight leather miniskirt hugged Danny's thin hips and the curve of his ass so well you could practically see the outline of everything (Ambrose was even more curious about what was under the skirt, as he hadn't provided under garments and Danny was obviously not wearing briefs under there). The knee high leather boots had a slight heel, making Danny's thighs and ass look even better.
The rose pendant and the platinum chain that matched Ambrose's own completed the look in a way that made Ambrose's chest tighten.
Danny spotted Ambrose leaning against the door, his eyes running over Danny's body in a way that made Danny shiver. He walked over to Ambrose, his steps more confident than they had been before, the high of knowing that he looked good in the outfit making him feel almost cocky.
When he reached Ambrose, he gave him a little spin like a model on a runway, grinning.
"You like it, Daddy?" he asked, his voice sultry, the honorific rolling off his tongue like it had always belonged there.
Ambrose licked his lips and stepped forward, taking Danny's clothes from his hands and carefully placing the folded suit in the backseat. He tossed his keys to the dumbstruck valet and turned back to Danny, a hungry look in his eyes.
"You look stunning, baby boy," he replied, the honorific and endearment that he had been avoiding using all night slipping out. He hadn't wanted to make assumptions on how the evening would go, hadn't wanted to get attached to the idea of Danny as his submissive just in case Danny just couldn't handle being a Trophy. The entire evening was to test that and see if he could handle the lifestyle and requirements that Ambrose had.
But Goddamn , with Danny looking like that, Ambrose almost considered drafting a contract right that second.
Danny grinned when he was called 'baby boy', his chest feeling tight as a happy shiver ran through him. Daddy had used the honorific, that was a good sign. He liked it. He liked how Danny looked in the outfit he had chosen.
The words went straight to his head, fueling the high he was already on from dressing himself like this, and the praise made him want more. He had a praise kink almost as bad as his Daddy kink. He wanted to be his good boy, to please him.
He wanted the collar, the contract. This needed to work.
"Thank you, Daddy," he said, letting himself lean into Ambrose. He nuzzled against him like a kitten against his owner, seeking that affection and attention that he seemed to crave. He wanted more of those words, more of that affection and praise.
He felt needy and needy was how he normally acted around a dominant, but in this case, it was worse - it felt nearly desperate.
Ambrose slid his hand over Danny's hip and around to his back, fingers splayed just above the curve of his ass. He leaned down, lips brushing Danny's ear and hot breath fanning across the submissive's neck.
"Remember, sweetheart," he murmured. "Mingle, be confident, never leave my side, and if someone tries to touch you without my permission, do not let them. You are my trophy tonight, Danny, and I expect great things from you."
Ambrose kissed the skin just below Danny's ear, a low rumble in his chest that sounded suspiciously like a groan. "And if you do well tonight, we can move on to the next stage of your consideration..."
Danny's breath caught in his throat when the dominant spoke, his low tone sending a shiver through his body. He felt himself start to sink into that headspace of submission, leaning against him like a needy cat.
Ambrose's voice in his ear made him press against the dominant even more than he already was and the kiss had a quiet gasp slipping out.
"Yes, Daddy," he replied, trying and almost failing to keep his needy tone of voice out of his words. "I'm Daddy's trophy. No one else is allowed to touch me without his permission."
"God, you're fucking perfect," Ambrose muttered before straightening and pulling Danny into his side. He started walking toward the club entrance, the picture of power with a beautiful trophy in skimpy clothes on his arm. For the first time in years, Ambrose hadn't had to hire an escort to fill the role for the evening and he was very happy about that.
The gentlemen's club was understated, high class, refined. The dark atmosphere was offset by the stage lights and the music. It wasn't a typical strip club, this was one for the wealthy elite to come to without worry about the place being overrun with drunks and douchebags trying to get lucky with a stripper.
Ambrose led Danny through the doors, only having to nod to the security guards at the door. He had been there enough times with his colleagues that he was known to be a non-threat to the establishment.
Danny's eyes wandered over the place, taking in the lavish surroundings - everything was tastefully decorated, not too flashy or garish but instead understated. Everything spoke of wealth and luxury.
He stuck close to Ambrose as they walked, not wanting to get separated from the dominant. He knew how to navigate clubs and events like this, but this was different - it was a whole other level from the things he normally attended.
He looked around, taking in all the people here as well. He recognized quite a few faces.
Ambrose stopped to greet a table of celebrities, introducing Danny to them. Harry Styles, Zayne, and Stormzy all greeted Ambrose enthusiastically, and in turn, Danny as well. Ambrose kept one hand on the small of Danny's back during the brief encounter, excusing them both after a minute or two so they could continue through the club and toward one of the back tables where Ambrose's colleagues were waiting.
Danny smiled and greeted everyone with a polite sort of professionalism, his years of dealing with celebrities showing through - even his years in Hollywood had helped prepare him in a way for this.
He never once stepped away from Ambrose's touch, he craved the contact. The dominant's hand was a constant reminder that he belonged with him, that he wasn't there as an escort or anything else.
As they moved towards the back table, Danny couldn't help but feel a mixture of nerves and excitement. He wasn't sure exactly what the evening was going to hold.
Ambrose slid his arm around Danny's waist as they approached the table filled with producers and musicians that he worked with. He leaned down to talk into Danny's ear over the music.
"You're doing great," he praised. "When you meet them, don't freak out."
It wasn't clear what Ambrose meant until they reached the table. A few producers that Danny didn't recognize right off the bat were there, but the table also had Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Eminem, 50 Cent, and Mustard.
"Gentlemen, so good to see you," Ambrose greeted with a smile and a possessive arm around Danny. "This is Danny Rose, of Hollywood Undead. Danny, I'm sure you're familiar with everyone here."
Danny felt his mouth go dry as he looked across the table at the men seated there. Dr Dre, Eminem, Snoop Dogg- He had to resist the almost overwhelming urge to fanboy like crazy.
Danny forced himself to remain controlled, but it was a struggle to keep the wide-eyed look off of his face.
"Yes, very familiar with everyone here," he agreed, smiling at the group. Even though he was internally freaking out, Danny managed to keep his composure.
Snoop leaned back in the booth, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but the smile on his face was almost amused.
"Ayo, Hollywood Undead?" Eminem asked, leaning forward a bit on the table. "Dope shit, man, you do good work."
Ambrose sat in one of the chairs surrounding the booth and pulled Danny into his lap. Dre raised an eyebrow, glancing between them.
"He your new squeeze, 'Brose?" he asked. Ambrose chuckled, moving a hand up Danny's bare thigh under the table.
"Something like that," he replied.
Danny felt oddly proud and smug, sitting on Ambrose's lap as the arm wrapped possessively around his waist. The hand on his thigh sent a shiver through him, and Danny had to fight the urge to squirm a little bit.
He was also trying his best to not look like a fanboy, sitting on Ambrose's lap, surrounded by some of the biggest and most influential people in the Rap and Hip-Hop scene. Damn, he really felt like a trophy right now.
The hand on his thigh slowly slid up a bit, fingers rubbing over Danny's inner thigh under the leather miniskirt in a way that felt teasing , like Ambrose was doing it on purpose to get him worked up.
Danny had to keep himself from squirming and shifting his weight, trying to look as casual and controlled as he possibly could.
Snoop chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the display, but it was Eminem that kept talking.
"You look hot as fuck, by the way, Danny. I didn't know you were a femboy," he said, grinning. Ambrose chuckled and slid his other hand over Danny's stomach, the mesh of the crop top bunching under his fingers.
"Eyes off, Marshall, he's mine," Ambrose said in a joking tone.
Danny almost groaned when the fingers continued to tease him, rubbing along his inner thigh, and the hand that slid over his stomach really made him want to squirm .
He forced himself to keep his cool even as the hand slid under the material of the crop top to rub over the smooth, slightly taut skin of his stomach. It was hard to focus on the words being thrown between the others when that was happening under the table.
He tried to ignore the heat building inside him in response to the subtle touch of Ambrose's hand.
50 Cent stared across the table at Ambrose and Danny before he focused on Danny and spoke.
"So you rap? Or are you the one that sings?" he asked.
Ambrose glanced at Danny, smirking slightly as he subtly slid his hand further up his inner thigh, under the leather skirt. He was absurdly curious what Danny was wearing under the tight skirt as when he had changed, there hadn't been underwear in the bundle of clothes that Ambrose had put back in the car.
It was a struggle to concentrate as Ambrose's hand slid even higher up his inner thigh, the fingers brushing almost teasingly close to where Danny was already hard . He could feel the plug, still firmly inside him, with every subtle movement, and it felt really good .
He had to take a deep breath and force his focus to remain on the conversation happening around him.
"Both," he finally managed to get out, his voice a little hoarse at how damn good Ambrose's touch felt.
50 Cent nodded, but Eminem hopped on the topic.
"You guys have been makin' some dope shit recently, man, you got real talent," he said. Dr. Dre nodded and Mustard, the producer for Kendrick Lamar, finally spoke up.
"You don't look anything like you do on stage," he said, grinning. Ambrose chuckled, hand traveling further under Danny's skirt under the cover of the table until his fingertips pressed into Danny's length and the lace he was wearing under the skirt.
Ambrose paused. Lace . Danny was wearing fucking panties. Ambrose immediately had to shift his hips as his suit pants were suddenly too tight, his hard length pressing into Danny's ass and pushing against the plug.
Danny's fingers dug into his own thighs as the fingers against his length sent a wave of pleasure through him. The pressure on his prostate made him want to moan, the hard length that he was straddling rubbing just perfectly against him.
It was a struggle to stay focused on the conversation, but he was at least managing to keep his composure.
"Oh, you know how it goes," Danny managed to get out. "Stage presence and image, and all that," he added, voice still somewhat hoarse.
"He wore this for me," Ambrose supplied, hand cupping Danny fully under the skirt without a second of hesitation, gently rubbing his length through the lace panties."He doesn't usually wear things like this, but I insisted."
Mustard nodded and Eminem looked slightly disappointed.
"So you ain't a femboy," Eminem said. "You're just a bottom."
Ambrose laughed, the motion making Danny bounce slightly in his lap, right over his hardening cock.
"I'm whatever my Daddy wants me to be," Danny replied, not missing a beat as he clenched around the plug inside of him, loving how it rubbed against his prostate. He pressed his hips back, rocking against Ambrose slightly, wanting as much contact as he could get.
The words left his lips almost effortlessly, and Danny wasn't entirely sure where on earth they had come from - yet the effect they had was nearly instant, a low growl leaving Ambrose's chest and his hand under the table squeezing his length in his lace panties.
Ambrose growled and pressed his nose to Danny's neck.
"That's my good boy," he murmured, kissing Danny's shoulder. 50, Dre, and Mustard looked mildly uncomfortable but Snoop and Eminem both grinned at the two of them.
"Goddamn, 'Brose, I didn't realize he was a sub," Snoop said in his slow and relaxed LA drawl. "I didn't think you'd ever find another one."
"Man, fuck, now I'm jealous," Eminem laughed, leaning back. Ambrose smirked at them both, smug.
"He's under consideration," he replied. "Tonight is his test run and he's doing very well." Ambrose squeezed Danny's length again to emphasize his words.
Danny couldn't help the moan that left his lips at the squeeze, it falling from his mouth nearly as quickly as the words that had left his mouth earlier - the words that had gotten the best reaction from his Daddy to this point.
"Thank you, Daddy," Danny murmured, his voice a quiet, raspy whisper, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck to Ambrose's lips and teeth, his body wanting more of those touches.
"Jesus, they practically fuckin’ at the damn table," Mustard laughed, covering his eyes dramatically. Dre snorted into his drink.
"Nothin we ain't done back in the '90s, Mus," he replied.
Ambrose pushed his hand further into Danny's skirt, fingers slipping under the lace panties to wrap around him firmly. Ambrose subtly rocked his hips, his hard cock pressing between Danny's cheeks and pushing the plug deeper.
"Relax, gentleman, I would never do something so uncouth," Ambrose lied smoothly, smiling.
Danny's eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the feeling of the plug pressing deeper inside of him, the movement rubbing against his prostate - the hand that wasn't digging into the chair was now under the table, clutching at Ambrose's knee hard enough to leave a bruise.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed out, his chest tight as all he wanted was more, more, more.
He leaned forward, trying to hide his face a bit more, only to have Ambrose pull his hip back, keeping him pressed against his lap.
The gentleman's club lights were dark enough that Ambrose knew that no one could see what he was doing under the table, and it was a goddamn strip club, so he was sure that it was unlikely anyone would care.
Unless he actually fucked Danny in public, then they would certainly be arrested. But as long as clothes stayed on and they weren't caught, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to the singer. The conversation turned to other things, specifically the release and success of Dre's new album with Snoop that featured both Eminem and 50 Cent on a few songs. Ambrose engaged with the conversation even as he slowly moved his hand on Danny up and down.
Danny was struggling greatly to pay attention to the conversation around him. He was normally good at holding conversation, but he was quickly being overwhelmed by need for his Daddy's touch - the slow, deliberate strokes of Ambrose's hand were almost too much, almost too slow.
He wanted more , and he wanted it now . But instead, he just gripped onto Ambrose's knee tightly, trying to keep himself as still as possible so as not to draw attention - but he could not stop shifting against the lap he was sitting in.
The small rocks back of Danny's ass against Ambrose's lap and his hard on in his suit pants was driving the procedure insane. His grip on Danny's length tightened slightly as Danny's firm, plump ass pressed back against him again. Ambrose fought down the urge to buck his hips, instead his other hand going to Danny's stomach and slipping under the mesh of his shirt.
Danny's chest was rising and falling in deep, almost ragged breaths, his body shuddering every time Ambrose's hand moved. He felt so full, so needy - Ambrose's tight grip was only helping to make him even more needy, even more desperate for moremoremore.
He knew that he was being a brat, that he wasn't listening to the conversation around him, but he didn't care - all he wanted was for his Daddy to give him more. More touch, more attention, more of him.
Ambrose laughed at something Dre said, causing Danny to bounce slightly again. He slowly slid his hand up Danny's length, pressing his thumb to the slick tip and swirling.
Eminem looked over at Danny again, curious eyes darting over his flushed face.
"You good, Danny?" he asked. Ambrose smirked slightly, pressing his lips to Danny's shoulder.
Danny's mind was a complete mess, the touch of Ambrose's thumb only serving to drive him even closer to the brink - and it didn't help how he kept pressing against Ambrose's lap, his hips still shifting almost constantly to seek friction for his aching length.
Eminem's words brought his mind back enough to register the question, though, and he managed to turn his head enough to look at the other rapper with heavily darkened, needy eyes.
"Peachy," he replied, voice huskier than usual.
Eminem's jaw almost dropped at the look on Danny's face and Snoop lowered his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look, biting his lip slightly. Ambrose turned his head and pressed a possessive kiss to Danny's neck just under his ear.
"This is why I had hoped you would wear the skirt," he whispered, eyes darting between the two rappers. His thumb kept swirling, coated in Danny's precum. "You look amazing in it and it lets me do this whenever I want."
Dre waved over a waitress for another round of drinks.
Danny bit back a soft moan as Ambrose pressed a kiss to his neck, a shiver running down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold. He could feel eyes on him - the reactions of Eminem and the others made it very clear that they knew what was going on under the table - and the realization only served to make his cock throb and twitch under the leather skirt and lace panties.
The whisper in his ear made his body grow even hotter, the possessive tone in it making him want to melt completely. He loved that.
"You're not getting me out of it that easily, Daddy," he whispered
Ambrose chuckled, low and deep, and raised his lips to Danny's ear.
"Sweetheart, I don't need you out of it," he murmured. "Trust me, you'll be wearing it when I fuck you later." The thought of Ambrose taking him while he was still wearing the skirt only served to make the aching between Danny’s legs even worse - it was almost maddening.
Eminem licked his lips, eyes drifting down to Danny's mesh covered, exposed chest.
"Hey, Ambrose," he said suddenly. "Is this like uh... A serious thing with you two?"
Ambrose paused, his thumb freezing over Danny's slit as his eyes turned to the white rapper.
"Like I said, Danny is under consideration," Ambrose replied. "But yes, I am hoping that things will become long term. Why do you ask?"
"Cause he's hot as fuck and if it was just a fling or hookup, I was hoping for a taste," Eminem replied, shrugging.
Danny had barely registered the words exchanged between the two until Eminem spoke up. He almost froze as the rapper's words hit him, his breath catching in his chest.
There was a part of him that was almost flattered - but at the same time, the thought of anyone else touching him made something possessive and dark flare up inside him. He shifted on Ambrose's lap, his fingers digging tighter into his knee.
Ambrose felt Danny tense and the grip on his knee and his hand not on the singer's cock traced soothing circles on his stomach.
"As flattered as I am that you think my date is attractive, Marshall, I'm afraid that you won't be getting close enough to smell him, let alone touch him," Ambrose said smoothly, a slow smirk on his lips. "Isn't that right, baby boy?"
He loved being called baby boy, and the way Ambrose said it had his body clenching around the plug inside him and a shiver running through him, a small gasp slipping past his lips.
He bit his lip, struggling to hold himself back from begging him to touch him right here and now, in front of all of these people - his body wanted his hands and it wanted them now.
"Y-yes, Daddy," he murmured. "I'm nobody else's to touch but yours."
Snoop chuckled, shaking his head and pushing his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes.
"Damn, he's a good sub, 'Brose," he said. "Good for you, brother." Eminem shrugged, unbothered. Mustard rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly. Dre eyed Ambrose almost suspiciously.
"You haven't had a boy in years, Ambrose," the producer observed. "I'm glad you found someone you wanna pursue."
Ambrose nodded, his thumb resuming the slow circles over the tip of Danny's cock, hand shoved up under his skirt and lace panties under the table.
"Yes, I'm very lucky to have met him in a random bar in the city," Ambrose chuckled. "And even luckier that he decided to meet me the next night to get to know each other."
His body squirmed in Ambrose's lap, struggling to keep his breathing level and his body still as Ambrose's thumb worked at his sensitive tip, sending pleasure shooting through him.
He bit his lip again, having to force himself not to thrust into Ambrose's touch or make any noise - but god, he was struggling to hold back. The last thing he wanted was to let these people hear his needy whines.
Danny swallowed heavily, eyes a little glassy as he glanced between Dre and Snoop. "I'm… I'm the lucky one," he managed to get out, voice soft.
Dre chuckled into his drink, his eyes darting down to the edge of the table that covered Danny's lap and what was happening there.
"Yeah, I can tell," he said, amused. Snoop raised his glass in salute toward Ambrose, smirking.
"My man," he praised before taking a drink.
Ambrose raised his glass in return, laughing. He shifted his hips a bit, pressing his rock hard length into Danny's ass and pushing against the plug again. Slowly, his hand started stroking Danny.
He barely managed to hold back a needy moan as Ambrose's hips shifted and pressed against the plug, another shiver running through him as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to keep himself still even as hot pleasure shot through his body.
The way Ambrose's hand felt against his leaking cock was maddening - he had to clamp his teeth down hard on his tongue to keep himself from making any sound, his legs trembling even as his body moved in time with the other man's movements. He let out a shuddering exhale, struggling to keep himself from making any noise.
Ambrose shifted Danny in his lap so that he was sitting right on Ambrose's hard on. He throbbed in his suit pants, pressed against Danny's ass.
The conversation kept going, sometimes turning to Danny and his career with Hollywood Undead, but mostly sticking to the recent release of Snoop and Dre's album Missionary. A few times, one of the strippers came over to their table to talk, mingle, or try to entice one of them for a private dance. Ambrose ignored them, his hand never stopping his slow strokes of Danny's cock.
He was starting to get used to this - the conversation around the table going on as usual, everyone chatting as if this was nothing out of the ordinary, and Danny sitting there on Ambrose's lap, the man's hand slowly stroking him under his skirt without an apparent care in the world.
It was maddening, and his body was a mess, his head spinning as he tried to focus on the conversation around them. Every few minutes a stripper would approach their table and try to entice one of them for a private dance, and each and every time his own jealousy flared.
He knew that he had no reason to be - he was the one sitting on Ambrose's lap, and Ambrose's hand was the one that was making him feel like he was dying inside - but knowing that they were still approaching them, that they were offering themselves, it made him want to show off that he was the one that had already been taken. That Ambrose had already picked him .
The thought of other men and women trying to entice Ambrose - the fact that they'd touched him in the past - sent a possessive wave over Danny and he found himself shifting back against Ambrose's lap, like a silent claim
Ambrose bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning as Danny grinded against him. His grip tightened slightly on the singer's length, stroking a bit harder but still subtle under the table. Ambrose turned his head, hot breath against Danny's neck and ear.
"You're making me want to ditch this little get together, pet," he growled. "Behave."
The growl sent a shiver of both fear and excitement down his spine, his hips hitching up into Ambrose's hand as he let out a small choked off noise - like a high pitched whimper that he had tried to hold in.
" Trying ," he breathed, his voice strained as he fought to keep from losing his mind.
He was more or less failing, but he was at least trying to obey.
Eminem looked over at them again, his eyes trailing down Danny's mesh covered chest, the tattoos, the exposed nipples. He looked up, meeting Ambrose's eyes and the raised eyebrow. He looked away, back to the stripper that was in Snoop's lap.
Ambrose raised his free hand to pull Danny back until he was reclined against Ambrose's chest. The same hand immediately slid under the mesh crop top, uncaring of who saw what through the sheer shirt, and went to Danny's chest. Ambrose turned his head and licked Danny's neck, his hand under the skirt stroking a bit faster.
It was getting hard to not react, to just sit there and take it - Danny had always been pretty reactive, and right now the way Ambrose was touching him and touching him in public was making it more difficult than normal. He bit his bottom lip, his head tilting back against Ambrose's shoulder as he fought to keep his body under control.
He was failing, and his trembling was getting more obvious, his shoulders tensing as his legs twitched on either side of Ambrose's lap.
Ambrose pressed his lips to Danny's ear, breathing a bit faster than normal.
"Don't you dare come," he growled. "You can't come until I tell you to, understand, baby boy?"
Danny nearly came just from the command, his hips hitching up in need as a small gasp escaped him. He nodded slowly, closing his eyes and tilting his head further to the side to expose his neck more - he knew that Ambrose preferred that, that he preferred to have room to lick, kiss, and bite at Danny's neck.
He could feel himself growing desperate, on the verge of begging for release. But he wasn't allowed to, he knew that. He had to do as he was told if he wanted to be a good boy.
Dre looked over at them with a smirk.
"You enjoying yourself over there, Danny?" he asked casually, taking a sip of his drink as yet another girl came over to sit on his lap. Ambrose chuckled and nipped at Danny's neck just behind his ear.
"Answer him, precious."
Danny's eyes snapped open, his entire body trembling on the edge as he fought to focus on Dre's question. He struggled to answer, fighting to keep even a hint of a moan or a whimper from escaping as his body tensed.
He managed to get out a nod before letting out a short, high pitched noise that he had attempted to hold back as Ambrose nipped his neck - it sounded closer to a whimper than a noise of agreement.
"Y-yes," he gasped.
One of the strippers giggled, looking over at them with a coy smile.
"He's gonna put us out of a job," she teased, leaning against Eminem. The rapper wrapped an arm around the stripper and snorted, taking a drink.
Ambrose ignored the looks and comments, instead twisting one of Danny's nipples under the mesh crop top, his other hand pressing his thumb to Danny's weeping tip and swirling.
It took everything he had in him to keep from arching his back up and into Ambrose's touch - and he nearly failed, his head tilting back as a louder, higher pitched gasp escaped him. The sounds he was making were getting more and more desperate as his body was growing sensitive and over-stimulated.
His hands were gripping Ambrose's thigh, his fingers digging into the fabric as he fought to keep control - he had to be a good boy, and that meant he had to keep from coming until he was given permission.
Mustard laughed at Danny's display, covering his eyes jokingly.
"Get a fuckin room, damn!" he said. Snoop only shook his head and turned his attention to the stripper in his lap.
Ambrose nipped at Danny's neck again, breathing hard.
"You know, I think we might," he replied, letting go of Danny and pulling his hand out of the lace panties and out from under the leather skirt. "It was good to see you, gentlemen, I hope you have a good rest of your evening."
Ambrose licked the slick from his thumb and slapped Danny's thigh gently.
"Up. We're leaving."
Danny nearly whined at the loss of the contact, his body feeling empty and lonely with Ambrose's touches being taken away. And his legs were already unsteady when he stood up, the plug inside of him putting more pressure on his prostate as he managed to get to his feet, the leather of his outfit shifting against his bare skin.
He was already missing the warmth of Ambrose's touches and attention, but he knew it would pick back up soon. All he had to do was stay patient. Good pups waited for their Daddy.
Ambrose adjusted himself in his suit pants before standing and saying his goodbyes, shaking hands and patting shoulders. Then, finally, he turned and wrapped an arm around Danny's shoulders to guide the blonde out of the club. Ambrose glanced down, smirking when he saw the obvious bulge in Danny's right leather skirt, the panties down absolutely nothing to hide his erection under the skirt.
Without a second thought, Ambrose led Danny outside and to the valet stand, the clack of Danny's knee high boots getting the attention of the valets. The young men there ogled Danny like meat before retrieving Ambrose's sleek black Mercedes-Maybach S-Class.
Danny felt the eyes and looks of the young men, their eyes looking him up and down and taking in his appearance. He felt the gaze on his leather-clad legs and on his face and on his chest. They looked at him as if they wanted to devour him on the spot.
He was thankful for the tight grip that Ambrose had on his shoulder - the hold was firm and slightly possessive, and it made him feel safe.
He remained silent as they waited for the car, shifting to try to adjust to the plug inside of him.
Ambrose kept an eye on Danny as they waited, both making sure he was okay and gauging his reactions. This was part of being a Trophy. This was being shown off, displayed, envied and desired by everyone around them. Danny had done well so far with the restaurant, but he had been in his own clothes - a designer suit that Danny had picked out. Now he was outside a strip club after having been around some of the most famous rappers and producers in the world, dressed like a slut in a long sleeved, sheer mesh crop top that displayed his entire upper body except his arms and collarbone, a tight leather miniskirt that hugged every curve and barely was long enough to cover his ass, and leather knee high heeled boots. With a very obvious hard on in those pretty lace panties under the skirt.
This was part of the test. It was more extreme than Ambrose usually cared for, but throwing a submissive that was Under Consideration right into the deep end was the best way to gauge how well they could handle the lifestyle.
Danny knew that they were being watched and stared at. He could feel the eyes on him, watching his every movement, taking in every little detail. He could hear the whispers and murmurs of the people around them, their voices low and quiet as they all studied him.
His outfit didn't leave much to the imagination - everything was on display. He felt both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. He felt like a spectacle, one that everyone wanted to see.
Danny looked up at Ambrose, feeling the heat of his eyes on his body and the possessive arm around his shoulders.
Ambrose looked down at Danny with a small, satisfied smirk. He pressed a kiss to Danny's forehead as the car was finally pulled up to the front. Ambrose paid with yet another $100 bill before opening Danny's door for him and helping him into the car, body blocking when Danny had to bend over to keep anyone from seeing up his skirt. When Danny was safely in the car, Ambrose walked around and got in the driver's seat, quickly buckling his seat belt and pulling away from the club.
As soon as they were on the road, Ambrose's hand shot over to Danny, wrapping around the back of the singer's neck firmly.
" Good boy ," Ambrose purred, stroking his thumb up the side of Danny's neck. "Very, very good boy, Danny. You were an excellent Trophy tonight. You were so good for me, baby boy, I'm very proud of you."
Danny let out a small gasp, feeling his face heat up with pleasure at the praise and the feel of Ambrose's hand on his neck. He leaned into the touch, his body reacting automatically, tilting his head to bare his neck to Ambrose.
The words 'good boy' made something inside of him shiver and he could feel the praise like a physical thing wrapping around him and sinking into his skin. He felt warm and fuzzy, and just hearing those words made all the stares and whispers and murmurs worth the time spent under them.
He let out a soft, happy noise.
"Lift up your skirt, pet," Ambrose murmured, eyes still on the road as he drove them back to Danny's apartment.
Danny's face went red at the order and he could feel himself shiver a bit, his breath hitching ever so slightly.
He slowly, almost slowly enough to be teasing, lifted the miniskirt, his fingers slowly rolling the fabric up, inch by inch, slowly revealing the smooth skin of his thighs - and the lace panties he was wearing, barely hiding his hard dick, only an inch away from being fully on display.
His breath was coming in soft, quick, little gasps by the time his skirt was lifted. He was aching and there was a wet spot on the panties.
Ambrose lowered the hand on Danny's neck to his crotch, slipping his hand under the lace panties. He kept his eyes on the road and his other hand on the steering wheel.
Danny let out a soft, loud whine, leaning back in the seat and arching up towards the touch. His legs were trembling slightly, and his hands were gripping the seat as he squirmed.
"Please-" he gasped, his voice shaky and pleading, "Please, sir-"
"Daddy," Ambrose corrected, never taking his eyes off the road. "You will address me properly, or I will leave you like this, understand?"
His fingers wrapped around Danny, squeezing gently.
"Yes, Daddy, sorry," he managed to say in a shaky voice, his chest rising and falling quickly. He was shaking like a leaf, his hands gripping the seat tighter as he tried to keep himself from squirming.
His voice was a bit whinier this time, desperate and breathless, "Daddy, please-" He didn't know what he was even begging for exactly, he just knew he wanted more- more- more-
Ambrose smirked, his hand moving slowly as he started to stroke Danny under the skirt.
"You've been so good for me tonight, baby boy," he murmured, taking a left turn smoothly even with one hand on the wheel. "Just a little longer, sweetheart."
The little sound he made in reply was a cross between a moan and a whimper, his nails digging into the seat beneath him. He tried to keep himself from jerking up into the touch, his breath growing even more laboured as he leaned back in the seat.
Danny gasped, trying to find his words. "I-I-" He shuddered again, biting back a moan, "D-Daddy- Can I please-" He broke off, trying to gather his thoughts and words together.
"Not yet," Ambrose answered, pulling the car into Danny's apartment complex and heading for his building. "Just a few more minutes, sweetheart."
He had been edging Danny for the last three hours, he knew the sub was about to pop. He just wanted to get him inside first.
Danny whined, burying a hand to his hair, pulling on the messy strands out of sheer need for some sort of relief. He bit down on his own lip to muffle the desperate, pleading sounds that were making their way up through his throat.
"Daddy, please-!" He managed to squeak out in a voice that was a little too high-pitched, his hands holding on with a death grip onto the other man's suit jacket. His voice was a breathless little whine, "Daddy, I can't- I need-!"
Ambrose parked the car outside Danny's building and pulled his hand out of the lace panties. He turned off the car quickly, getting out and almost jogging around to open Danny's door for him and pull him up.
"Almost there," he soothed, locking the car and pushing Danny toward the stairs and his apartment. "Go."
Danny's legs felt like they were made of jelly, his hips trembling as he tried to walk up the steps on the stairs. He could barely feel the ground underneath his feet, each step feeling like it was the first time he had taken a step.
His face was flushed, his breathing laboured, he felt like he was going to pass out. His hands were on Ambrose's shoulders to keep himself steady, and he managed to stumble out as they reached his door, "I don't- keys, Daddy- the keys-"
Ambrose cursed, digging in Danny's pants that he had been wearing before changing into the skirt and crop top to find his keys.
He quickly unlocked the door and opened it, pushing Danny inside. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Ambrose dropped the bundle of clothes he had been carrying and cupped Danny's face, dragging the blonde into a heated, desperate kiss as he pushed him backwards toward the bedroom.
The moment they stumbled into the room, lips attached, Danny's hands made their way to Ambrose's shirt, fingers working fast to open the buttons and take it off.
He whimpered into the kiss, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen and the sheer intensity of his own need. He needed this so much that he felt overwhelmed by everything but the need for more, his muscles shaking as he stumbled over his own feet and fell back on the bed.
Ambrose didn't bother with getting either of them fully naked. He just tugged off his suit jacket and opened his fly, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough. He yanked Danny's pretty lace panties off and bunched the leather skirt up, settling between Danny's spread legs and grabbing the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table.
He wasted no time, squirting a generous amount onto his hand and as he carefully removed the plug Danny still had inside him. He groaned as he watched the metal come out, clean and lubed.
"Fuck... You've been ready for me all night..." he groaned, tossing the plug aside and pulling Danny closer by his thigh.
Danny's head was spinning, his breath coming in pants as he tried to stay still. He needed this more than he had ever needed anything, his body trembling with each movement of Ambrose's hands.
His entire world had shrunken down into the man on top of him, the feeling of his hands on him and the heat of his body against his own. He needed Ambrose inside of him more than he needed air to breathe, and he made that clear in how he begged.
He gasped, fingers digging into the other man's shoulders as he tried to rock against him, "Daddy, please, I've been going crazy-"
"Hush, it's alright, baby boy," Ambrose's voice was a gruff rasp as he spoke, breath mingling with Danny's in a kiss to swallow more of those whimpering moans. "You've been so good for me, baby- You're so good, my good boy-"
Ambrose pushed into Danny with a groan, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of being surrounded by tight muscles and heat.
"Fuck..."
He rolled his hips, making sure to hit the other man's prostate with every single movement, his face buried in Danny's neck and his hands running over the singer's chest and hips, clothes bunching under his hands.
Danny whined into the kiss, eyes screwed shut and his mouth desperately trying to catch Ambrose's again every time the older man pulled away from him. He couldn't find the words to describe how he was feeling, just how much of an effect Ambrose was having on him already.
"Daddy, please," he mumbled against the man's skin, lips tracing a trail up his jaw and up to his ear.
"I need you."
Ambrose groaned, his slow pace speeding up at Danny's pleading words. They were both already sweating under the clothes they hadn't bothered to take off, but Ambrose didn't care. His hips started up a punishing pace, ramming into Danny hard and fast and rough.
Ambrose caught Danny's wrists and gripped the tight, pinning him to the bed. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, muffled only by the swish of fabric.
Ambrose wasn't a very vocal lover, but he couldn't help panting loudly in Danny's ear, groaning with every thrust.
Every noise that left Ambrose's mouth was a sound that Danny wanted to hear again and again, the older man's deep voice like a drug to his already fuzzy brain. He was a whimpering, needy mess under him, his hands still pinned by Ambrose's hold.
He felt like his entire mind had been taken over by the man on top of him, a single word being the only thing on his lips.
"Daddy," he panted, chest heaving and breaths quickened.
"That's right, baby boy," Ambrose groaned into Danny's ear, nipping at the shell as his hips moved faster. "Let me hear that pretty voice of yours..."
Ambrose slid one hand down from Danny's wrist to tangle in the blonde's hair, tugging roughly. His thrusts were hard and punishing and bruising as he released all the pent up arousal and frustration from the entire night of the dinner and the teasing Danny at the table in the club for hours and hours.
"I'll be a good boy, I'll be good," Danny babbled, his mind a mess of words and images and heat and desperation. The words barely even made sense, but he was far too lost to try and stop himself or even slow down.
His head was already getting fuzzy with every touch, every movement of Ambrose's body, the praise that he had longed to hear for years. He was so used to hearing it in a joking, fond manner. He wasn't used to it being given with such sincerity . He felt like he was losing his mind, the sensations coming from everywhere all at once and leaving him unable to do anything but let every single noise come out of his mouth unhindered.
He let his moans and gasps and whines fall from his lips like a prayer, begging desperately for more. His hair being pulled and the older man's teeth on his skin only served to make it all more intense, making him shiver.
"Daddy, please," he gasped. "I need- I need-"
Ambrose grunted, latching his mouth over Danny's neck and biting hard to leave a bruise, sucking the spot until it turned purple. He could feel himself getting close and he refused to let Danny go unsatisfied.
"Come for me, baby boy," he growled, his hand wrapping around Danny's neglected length and pumping hard in time with the thrust of his hips. "Be a good boy for Daddy and come for me."
A cry was pulled from Danny when he felt the bite and the suction on the sensitive skin of his neck, the mark that he knew would be a deep, angry red. He could feel the older man's teeth marking his skin and he could only imagine the mark that would be left behind, the mark everyone would see and know that he belonged to Ambrose. The pressure of his hair being pulled and the older man's words of praise made his stomach clench, a shudder raking through his body.
Danny let out a breathless mewl, tilting his head to the side to give Ambrose better access to his neck, wanting the mark more than he'd be willing to openly say. He would be a good boy , he wanted to be a good boy.
"Daddy- Daddy, please," he mumbled, his mind barely able to formulate the words, his breath getting caught in his throat.
Then the hand on his cock broke the final barrier between him and bliss and Danny's back arched off the bed, his neck bared to Ambrose's mouth and his hair pulled back in an angle that had tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes as he came with a shout.
Ambrose moaned , feeling Danny clench around him and his vision went white as he thrust deep into Danny as he spilled his seed into the submissive, pounding it deeper into Danny with every thrust.
" Fuuuuckk.... " Ambrose groaned into Danny's throat.
Danny could feel the heat of that mark, the ache of it throbbing against his skin, the way it stung when he touched it gingerly with his fingertips. He could imagine people staring at the mark, wondering how he had gotten it, wondering what sort of person had left such a mark in such an obvious place.
He couldn't quite find it in himself to care that it could be seen by other people, though. He... Liked ... The attention, the idea that everyone would know and see that he belonged to someone.
Ambrose groaned as he finally slowed, panting hard against Danny's neck. Finally, he pulled out carefully, sitting back on his knees on the bed as he looked down at the disheveled mess that was Danny. The crop top was bunched up over Danny's chest, the long sleeves wrinkles and the mesh of the bottom slightly ripped. The leather miniskirt was hiked up over Danny's hips had had a drying white stain on the front from Danny's release. The knee high leather boots were still on and the pretty black lace panties he had been wearing were nowhere to be seen. His tattooed skin was flushed and he was panting, his spend all over his stomach and skirt. Ambrose was still mostly in his suit, pants and underwear shoved down over his thighs to make room, shirt half unbuttoned, and jacket long gone on the ground somewhere.
Danny looked thoroughly fucked and absolutely beautiful.
"God, you're such a good boy," Ambrose groaned, running his hand through his sweaty hair before reaching down to spread that sweat and Danny's spend across Danny's stomach like he was marking territory.
Danny could hear when Ambrose's breathing slowed down, the older man panting above him while his own chest rose and fell, still trying to slow the frantic beat of his heart.
There was a moment of stillness between them, silence that was only broken by the sound of their own breaths before Danny let out a soft whimper.
He felt completely wrecked, completely wrecked in the best possible way, and he knew that he would be feeling the ache and the strain on his muscles for days to
The feeling of that hand on his stomach made him shiver, his muscles rippling involuntarily from the touch."Daddy-" he started hesitantly, before clearing his throat. "Can I have your collar?"
Ambrose paused, hand still spreading the jizz and sweat across Danny's stomach. He flicked his eyes up from the skull and tentacle tattoo on Danny's stomach up to his eyes, big and brown and watery and glassy.
Ambrose's chest clenched at the request. It was just simple words, five little words, but they meant s o much more just just asking for an accessory. A collar in the BDSM world - Ambrose's world - was ownership, was commitment, was dedication at the same level as a ring. Ambrose wanted to collar Danny, of course, but they had known each other for two days, been on one (albeit very successful) date outside of a playroom at a BDSM club, and despite spending the entire first night just talking to get to know each other, they were still so new...
"Soon," Ambrose murmured, lifting his clean hand to caress Danny's cheek. "There are still some things I need to see that you are capable of, sweetheart, and then we can talk contracts and collars... Understand?"
Danny whined at his words feeling a strange mix of disappointment and understanding. He wanted that collar already. He wanted to wear that collar. He wanted that collar so badly already, to feel it against his skin, to see it on his neck, he wanted everyone to know that he belonged to someone, that he was owned and cared for.
But his words made sense. He didn't know if he was capable of doing everything. He didn't know what all he would be capable of and he didn't want to promise that he would be capable of something and then fail.
So he nodded, swallowing down the disappointment and the frustration, and nodded.
Ambrose sighed, leaning forward to kiss Danny's forehead gently.
"You did so good tonight, baby boy," he murmured. "You were such a good trophy for me, you did so well at dinner and at the club with all those people watching me touch you. You were such a good trophy for me... Just a few more nights like tonight, and I will know if you can handle my life, okay? Just a bit longer."
He pressed a kiss to Danny's cheek and then his lips, soothing and gentle.
"Let's get cleaned up."
Danny's heart fluttered at the praise, his submission making his head get all fuzzy and feeling so good from the praise and the gentle touch. He leaned into the kiss, chasing the contact, wanting it and needing it more than anything else.
He wanted to keep being a good trophy for Ambrose, he wanted to be good and obedient for him, to make him proud.
"Yes, Daddy," he mumbled against his lips, the words coming out before his brain could even register what he was saying.
"Good boy," Ambrose purred, standing from the bed. He finished taking off his dress shirt, rumpled from their activities, and tossed it aside. He leaned down to slide Danny's clothes all the way off at last, helping him take off the boots.
"Let's take a shower, baby boy," he murmured, helping Danny to his feet and looking around the singer's bedroom to find the bathroom door.
Danny stumbled a bit as he stood up, trying to steady himself but still having a bit of trouble with it. He felt drunk , but this wasn't from the alcohol. It was from being touched and praised and having his submission come alive for Ambrose.
He stumbled along to the bathroom, leaning against Ambrose's side as they walked.
"Shower...?" He blinked, feeling a bit dazed and still a bit out of it.
"Shower," Ambrose repeated, mouth pressed to Danny's shoulder and he guided the blonde in front of him into the bathroom. Ambrose started the shower and slid his hands down Danny's body, kissing his neck and shoulders as the water heated.
When the shower was ready, he helped Danny in first before taking off the rest of his own clothes and joining him.
Danny leaned against the wall underneath the hot spray of water, letting the shower help relax his muscles and soothe his aching body as Ambrose joined him.
He couldn't help the soft mewling sound he made at the kiss and the gentle touch. It felt so good, he felt so good . Everything felt so perfect, so right .
He reached for Ambrose, looking for the touch and the comfort that he was quickly learning to crave with every single cell of his being.
Ambrose washed Danny first, careful and gentle, mixing after care with cleaning to help the sub come down from the high.
When they were both clean, Ambrose carried Danny back to the bed and laid him down.
For a moment, he considered staying. Ambrose didn't make a habit of spending the night with people that weren't officially his , but he was sorely tempted to stay with Danny.
They were compatible in every way thus far, Danny had passed the first test of being a Trophy, a Submissive, and he was well on his way to a contract. But Ambrose hesitated. He didn't want to get too attached to Danny if things didn't work out with the next few days and next few test runs with their potential relationship.
The shower and being washed by Ambrose only made Danny feel even more relaxed and comfortable. Feeling his body washed while his mind was still fuzzy from submission felt so good, so soothing and comforting.
He let himself be carried to the bed, laying down and sinking into the mattress. When Ambrose hesitated before getting into the bed with him, Danny's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
"Stay. Please...?" he whispered, his voice still a bit thick.
Ambrose stared at the hand that had caught his arm, his brow furrowing. He raised his eyes to meet Danny's, every logical reason why he should leave and keep his usual boundaries running through his head in that moment.
But once again, Ambrose was faced with the fact that Danny was different . He didn't know how, he wasn't sure why. But Danny was different. He had already made exceptions to his "no second chances" rule for the singer, he had already invested good money in a pendant for him and clothes for him on their first fucking date. Danny was different .
Ambrose slid into the bed, wrapping his arm tightly around Danny and bringing him closer to bury his nose in Danny's hair.
"Just this once," he murmured. "Because you asked nicely."
Danny curled up against his side, burying his face in the crook of Ambrose's neck and letting out a soft sigh. He let his eyes flutter shut, taking in all of the sensations all at once. The feeling of being surrounded by the other man, the soothing warmth of his skin, the firmness of his body, the way he smelled. Danny could get addicted to this.
He pulled himself closer, his own arm wrapping around Ambrose's waist as he nuzzled closer still.
"Thank you, Daddy," he mumbled, his words soft and almost slurred.
Ambrose's chest tightened and his slow exhale was shaky. He closed his eyes and held Danny tighter, closer, running his hand through his wet bleached blonde locks to soothe him.
"You're welcome, baby boy," he replied quietly, every thought in his mind centered around getting through the next few days - the next few tests - without just dropping a contract and collar in front of Danny and skipping the rest of the process.
Danny practically melted against him. The soft pet name, hearing 'baby boy' in that smooth, deep voice... Everything about this made his head fuzzy, his body thrumming at the way Ambrose's hand running through his hair made him feel. He knew it was over for him now, that he wouldn't be able to back out of this.
He wanted more , and he wanted it now . But there was a testing period, and he had to be good. So he had to be patient a bit longer.
For once, Ambrose slept through the night without issues, without needing his medication or waking up halfway through the night.
Chapter 3: Contract
Notes:
This story was originally planned to have a much longer plot, but truthfully, after the first two chapters it got really difficult for me to write because I started just second guessing myself all the time. I really enjoy the mafia trope, as you could possibly tell from my works, and I would love to explore that more, but I think adding it to a D/s fic was a bit much. So this is what I've been sitting on, wrapped up in a nice little bow. I have an alternate version of this pairing (Ambrose is in fact the OC I stick with either Danny or Aron the most, but somewhere I have him floating around with Dylan too idk) that is MUCH longer and explores D/s without putting so much emphasis on the testing and collaring process, and I enjoy it much more. I have 9 chapters of that one already written - each around 50 pages. If you couldn't tell, I enjoy that storyline much more. I might post it, I might not. Let's see what happens. For now, enjoy this little capstone to my incredibly self indulgent fic that probably should never have seen the light of day in this fandom haha
With love,
Ra
Chapter Text
Ambrose left early in the morning, leaving a note for Danny saying he had to go to work and a kiss on the sleeping blonde's forehead.
He stopped at his own apartment to change out of his clothes from the night before and headed into the studio, for once actually looking forward to the day.
Danny was pretty much dead to the world once Ambrose had left, and stayed that way until hours after he had left.
He stretched and let out a soft groan, his eyes slowly blinking open as the events from the night before flooded his mind. He sat up in bed, his hand reaching up to touch the pendant on the chain around his neck.
The memory of how it got there made him almost giddy, a smile coming to his face. He sat up in bed and picked up the note that Ambrose had left for him, reading it over and over again, just to make sure it was real.
Ambrose got into the studio and nodded to Kendrick Lamar as he sat down.
"You have fun last night?" Kendrick asked, smirking. "Mustard told me about your boy toy at the strip club. Wish I coulda seen it, man, the Ambrose Cromwell with a date? Heard, brother, heard."
Ambrose chuckled, shaking his head.
"Dot, you know me, I like my boys pretty and subby and Danny is... well, both."
"Glad you're gettin' back out there, man. You ready to work?"
"Hell yeah, are we doing a Drake diss?" Ambrose asked, putting on the headphones.
"You know it, man, you know it," Kendrick replied, smirking.
Danny had a bit of trouble getting out of bed, his muscles still aching and protesting heavily. He managed to get his legs over the side of the bed and took a moment to brace himself before getting up.
He stood slowly and walked to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror to look at his reflection and look over all the marks that Ambrose had left on him the night before.
He touched one of the hickeys that was left on his collarbone with a gentle touch, his eyes still glazed over with the memories of how Ambrose had touched and marked him up.
He let his eyes slide over the marks all over his body, seeing the one in the shape of a bite mark on his neck. He thought back to the feeling of Ambrose's teeth on his neck and the feeling of the man on top of him and the way he had felt so completely full of him.
His legs trembled and he leaned against the wall with his hands, resting his forehead against the cool surface and just breathing .
Danny didn't think he would ever forget that feeling.
Halfway through the session, Ambrose picked up his phone.
> Wear something nice for me tonight, precious. I'll pick you up at 7
He set his phone down to keep focusing on the music.
Danny's first instinct was to reply with something snarky or bratty and maybe even a bit needy, something that could get him in trouble and get Ambrose to punish him later.
But he stopped himself and took a deep breath, replying with the words that he knew he should say.
> Yes, Daddy <3
Nice.
Okay, Danny had an entire day to find something that Ambrose would like. He... He really wanted to impress him, wanted to make him proud, to make him happy.
So he decided a trip to a local department store was definitely in order.
Ambrose leaned back, listening through the track with Kendrick a few more times before he decided that it was good . Very good, actually.
"Dot, this may get you another Grammy," Ambrose said. Kendrick laughed, nodding.
"Imagine that, getting a Grammy for a song callin' Drake a pedo. Hella fire," Kendrick replied. Ambrose snorted in amusement, checking his watch. He had... maybe two hours before he had to get Danny.
"I'll leave you with the rest, then, man, I have to get going," he said, standing up. Kendrick raised an eyebrow at him.
"That new boy toy?" he asked. Ambrose nodded.
"He's something else, Kendrick, I'm serious. He's... He's different."
Ambrose left the studio, heading back to his apartment to get dressed.
Danny made the quick decision to spend the majority of the morning just browsing around the internet for different stores that might be good choices for this new wardrobe he was trying to build.
His next decision, after a little while of browsing, was to call around to the stores and find out things like open times and if they were even worth going out to.
Finally, Danny had a selection of places picked out and he took a shower, getting ready to brave the outside in pursuit of clothing.
It didn't take him long at all to get to one of the stores he had called, although he did take a moment to steel himself for the idea that people might recognize him before heading inside.
Luckily, though, he had chosen someplace a bit upscale, so the store was a bit more empty and there weren't a lot of people around to give him weird looks.
The first thing that Danny did was find the section that had men's clothes in it and, after taking a moment to just look around, he started picking clothes that looked simple and maybe a bit elegant and expensive.
He picked a few button-ups and some pants and slacks before moving on to jackets and coats, going through the same process of picking out clothes that looked nice.
Ambrose got home and he immediately went to his closet to pick something. He wanted to take Danny somewhere nice, somewhere fit for a Trophy. But he was debating what kind of Trophy he wanted that evening. Danny had looked incredible both in a masculine suit and in a slutty little skirt....
He picked up his phone to text Danny.
> You have two options. Skirt or pants? Your decision will influence where I take you.
Danny's phone buzzed as he was picking through the coat racks, stopping for a moment to check his phone and smile when he saw Ambrose's text.
Danny wasn't entirely certain if he was allowed to be making this decision, but he figured that Ambrose wouldn't have told him he had a choice if he didn't have one. So, he decided to answer honestly.
> I want to look pretty for you, Daddy. A skirt, please. And heels.
"That's a good boy," Ambrose murmured to himself, staring at Danny's reply. He licked his lower lip, turning to his computer to find a reservation for a nice restaurant.
> Then wear something top dollar. What's your account number, I'll send you a stack.
He wasn't used to sending thousands to someone he didn't own, but Danny was worth it. And if this next date went well, Danny would be owned by the end of the night anyway.
Danny's eyes widened when he saw that response, his heart skipping a beat in his chest and excitement bubbling up inside him.
He wasn't exactly used to being spoiled like this, getting money sent to his account just to go shopping for himself, and it was going to do dangerous things to his head.
He replied with his bank account number, not even questioning why Ambrose was asking or what he wanted him to do.
Ambrose transferred $3,000, a paltry sum really but enough to buy a decent outfit.
> I'll pick you up at 7. Oh, and be a good boy and wear the pendant I gave you.
The chime on his bank account app nearly made him gasp, the sound signaling that the money had landed in his account. Danny opened it, his eyes going wide as he saw the actual number in his account that wasn't there before.
He typed out a message telling Ambrose he wouldn't even dream of taking off the pendant and got back to shopping.
He had to impress this man tonight.
7pm rolled around and Ambrose pulled up to Danny's apartment like he had before. However, this time when he stepped out of the car, he was far less concerned with the state of the complex and more focused on the evening he had planned.
Ambrose adjusted his emerald cufflinks and leaned on the car. He sent a text to Danny saying he was there and waited patiently. This time, he wanted people to stare, he wanted people to see Danny coming to him.
His crisp black suit jacket had a hint of a pattern, the floral paisley pattern hidden just barely in a different shade of black. The lining, visible only because the jacket was unbuttoned and his hands were in his pockets, was a deep red with a pattern of skulls. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, showing off the tattoos on his collarbone that were usually hidden.
He'd gone from Record Exec to Mob Boss with just an adjustment of his wardrobe.
Danny had spent almost the entire day shopping, going through stores and picking things and coming out with something and going to another store to get something else .
He had spent a good fifteen minutes in the store at the shoes alone, looking through heels and then boots, trying to choose. He had finally decided on a pair of very elegant and very expensive stiletto platform heels that he actually felt comfortable in, even if he could definitely consider them to be a challenge with how high they were.
He also had chosen a gorgeous and elegant skirt as well, and was currently looking at himself in the mirror.
He was wearing a black silk shirt, the fabric clinging to his flesh and showing off the shape of his body very nicely, especially because the shirt was a bit too small. It was tucked into a knee-length pleated skirt, the fabric flowing and flattering his legs even better and the fabric sitting nicely with the black silk shirt. Over his shoulders was a coat, deep and black and luxurious, and on his feet were the stiletto heels that he had picked out.
He looked in the mirror and nodded to himself.
Ambrose resisted the urge to check the time. He valued punctuality, but if Danny was taking his time to look good, then Ambrose would allow it. Hell, he may even let it slide if Danny looked good enough.
After a few minutes, the door to the apartment complex opened and Danny stepped outside, looking down to make sure he was walking straight.
He took a deep breath and looked up to see Ambrose standing next to where his car was parked, his eyes going a little wide.
He wasn't ready for the way he was going to react to seeing the man, all suited up and looking like a whole damn mobster.
Ambrose raised his head to look at Danny on the top of the stairs, raising one eyebrow. He lifted a hand to lower his dark sunglasses and smirked slightly.
Yeah, he'd let it slide.
"There he is," Ambrose chuckled. "I was wondering if you'd forgotten about me. Come here, let me look at you."
Danny blushed at the sound of his voice, his heart skipping a beat as he carefully made his way down the stairs with one hand on the railing.
He stopped a safe distance from the other man, his hands fidgeting in his jacket pockets as he bit his lower lip, looking up from under his eyelashes to look at Ambrose.
"Do I look okay, Daddy...?"
Danny's voice was soft, unsure.
Ambrose raked his eyes over Danny appreciatively. Elegant, sophisticated, and just a little bit sexy. It was perfect. And honestly, Danny looked like a mob wife without even trying and that was just all the better.
"You look perfect, sweetheart," Ambrose purred, holding one hand out to Danny. "I like the coat. Very mafia. What is it, mink?"
A warm feeling filled his chest when he heard that he was "perfect", the simple word almost enough to make him feel like a bowl of jelly right in that very moment. He placed his hand in Ambrose's open hand and nodded at the question.
"It's sable," he replied, smoothing his hand over the lush, soft fur of the coat. "It's extremely soft."
"You look good in furs, pet," Ambrose murmured, pulling Danny closer and sliding his other hand around the other man's back under the coat. "I'll buy you an entire closet of furs if you become mine, Danny."
Ambrose leaned down, pressing his lips to the blonde's gently, more chaste than he had any right to be.
"Really...?" He asked, looking up at Ambrose with wide eyes, his heart fluttering in his chest at the man's words. The gentle kiss made him shiver, his fingers curling in the fabric of the man's jacket as he leaned into him.
Danny was utterly intoxicated just by being this close to Ambrose, and even something as simple as that gentle kiss made him feel like he was floating.
"Really," Ambrose promised. He pushed off the car and guided Danny around to the passenger side, opening the door for him. "Now, let's get going. Our reservation is in twenty minutes and I'd like to be done with dinner before nine. I have somewhere special I plan to take you once we've eaten."
When Danny was settled, Ambrose got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the apartment complex. With any luck, this would be one of the last times he'd ever have to see the dingy place.
"Thank you, Daddy," Danny said softly, settling into the seat and closing his eyes for a moment as he took another deep breath. He was already feeling himself slipping, his entire body feeling more than relaxed just from that kiss.
He wondered where Ambrose was taking him, but even more than that he was eager to see what the man had planned for after that.
Dinner was at the Capital Grille, one of the best fine dining restaurants in the city. Unlike their first dinner date, Ambrose didn't make a show of him and Danny, he didn't need to. As soon as they walked in, they were already being looked at. The restaurant was filled with celebrities, industry titans of entertainment, and the wealthy elite already there - so when Ambrose Cromwell walked into the room, everyone knew it.
However, there was a mutual respect that the elite had amongst themselves. They weren't bothered during dinner, no one cared to stare for long, and the staff were respectful and discreet.
When they walked into the restaurant, Danny was almost overwhelmed by the sheer class of the place, the luxury clearly visible all around him. He stayed close to Ambrose's side, his head ducked down and his eyes lowered. He was well aware of the eyes on him and it made him nervous, but he tried his best to keep his hands from shaking.
Luckily, Ambrose's presence was more than enough to help him calm down, the man's hand warm and firm on his lower back.
They were seated and Ambrose ordered for them before he leaned back in his chair with one hand resting on the table. He looked Danny over again, a small quirk of his lips showing just how appreciative his gaze was.
"You really do look lovely," he said quietly. "Money well spent, as I thought. Did you enjoy shopping?"
Danny sat up straighter in the seat, almost preening as Ambrose looked over him, a feeling of pride filling his chest at the attention. He let out a quiet laugh, his chin tilting up.
"Of course I did, Daddy. I really like shopping. And... and I'm happy that you like what I picked out."
Danny liked shopping. That was good information to have.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, sweetness," Ambrose murmured. He tapped a finger to the table, his titanium rings flashing in the dim light.
"Now, I have something important to talk to you about, Daniel, and I'd like to do it before our meal arrives so that I have your full focus. Can you focus for me?"
At the sound of Ambrose's voice, the tone quiet but still commanding enough to make him shiver, Danny nodded, straightening up and folding his hands in front of him.
"Yes, Daddy," he answered obediently, his entire attention now focused on the older man in front of him.
"Good boy," Ambrose praised before leaning on the table with both elbows.
"Tonight is your final test, Danny," he said. "You will be tested on the last and most important criteria I have. You've done so well up to this point that I've decided that you're ready for this test a lot faster than I usually would have, so feel proud of yourself for that."
Ambrose glanced around, not wanting to start the topic if someone was close enough to listen. When he saw no one, he continued.
"You've passed the sexual compatibility, the chemistry, the Trophy, and arm candy tests with flying colors. And as an added bonus, you did so well with being my little sex toy in front of my friends. I'm very proud of you. But this next test will make all of the others obsolete. If you fail this, then our relationship will go no further, do you understand?"
The praise made him feel good, warm all over from the approving tone in the other man's voice and the feeling of accomplishment that came from being told that he'd done well.
Danny nodded when Ambrose asked him to and swallowed the lump that was suddenly in his throat, his hands folding tighter together in his lap.
"Yes, Daddy. I understand," he said. "I... I won't fail. I promise."
"We'll see," Ambrose replied, but he did nod. "Your final test will be to see how you fit in my world ."
Ambrose raised a hand, spinning a finger around to indicate the room.
"This? All of this, the industry, the wealth, the luxury? It's just the surface. This is just what people see . Where I'm taking you after this will be what I really do."
Danny nodded and took a few moments to look around, his gaze flickering over the expensive restaurant around them before his eyes came back to rest on Ambrose, his heart pounding.
"What do you do, then...?" He almost whispered, the question coming out softly, almost breathless.
Ambrose chuckled, leaning back in his seat again.
"You don't think I make this kind of money from being a fucking producer , do you, pet?" he asked, smirking. "No, that paycheck is play money compared to what I really do. And you'll see it all tonight."
And if Danny didn't immediately run to the police, then he was certainly a keeper.
Danny's eyes widened and he couldn't fully swallow back the gasp that fell from his throat at that statement, the words making him both feel incredibly excited and nervous at the same time. He could only nod, wondering what in the world it could possibly be that Ambrose could be involved in that made more than being a producer.
He leaned forward a bit, licking his lips. "Then, please. Show me, Daddy. Show me everything."
"I plan to," Ambrose murmured, nodding as their food arrived.
The rest of the dinner was spent with lighter conversation, topics like Danny's music, Hollywood Undead, when he was going on tour next. Ambrose kept the conversation innocent until they left the restaurant, his hand on Danny's lower back as he guided him to the car as the valet handed him the keys.
By the end of the meal, Danny was in a much more relaxed head space, his chest feeling warm and fluttery from both the food and Ambrose's touch, the man's hand on his lower back feeling like a brand. Every touch from him made him want more, and the light conversation helped him feel more calm and comfortable.
He got into the car obediently once he was guided over, his thighs spreading a little to keep his skirt from riding up as he sat.
Ambrose got in the driver's seat and as he pulled away from the restaurant, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
This was it. The moment of truth.
He placed one hand on Danny's thigh, pushing up under the skirt to feel his skin. It might be the last time he ever did if things went poorly.
"Danny," he murmured, eyes on the road. "Do you know what I thought the moment I saw you in this outfit?"
A shudder went up his spine at the touch, his gaze flicking down to where Ambrose's hand was sliding up and down his thigh, his skin almost burning in the best way under the man's touch, the fabric of the skirt providing such minimal defense against his touch.
Danny's mind was already almost in a state where he simply wanted to give in and relax but he answered the questions, trying to focus as best as he could. "No... What did you think, Daddy...?"
"I thought that you looked like a fucking mob wife," Ambrose replied, squeezing Danny's thigh just a bit and running his thumb over his skin. "The coat, the pendant, the boots... You look like you're meant for that kind of lifestyle."
A moan broke its way past Danny's lips as Ambrose's hand squeezed his thigh, his legs spreading a little wider for him, just like a good pet would.
Danny was already slipping away, falling so easy as the man's hand moved and played with the bare skin of his thighs, barely protected by the skirt. "Mob wife...?"
"Yeah, baby, a mob wife," Ambrose murmured, hand sliding further up and feeling the lace of panties under the skirt. Fuck...
"You look like you'd belong in that life. Ironic, I think... But given where we're going, you made a good choice."
Ambrose slipped his hand under the elastic of the lace and cupped Danny.
Danny's head fell back into the seat, his eyes closing as he gasped and squirmed, the touch lighting up every single nerve ending in his body and driving him just a bit crazy. He had to force himself to be still, his thighs trembling as he tried to fight back the urge to grind into that touch.
"Where are we... going...?" He asked, his eyes opening and trying to focus.
"To my place."
Ambrose hadn't brought Danny to his home yet. Hell, he hadn't even talked out where he lived. It was all just one more thing that would be revealed.
Finally, though, they pulled into the Hills and Ambrose slowed the car a bit to prolong the journey just a bit more as his hand moved over Danny's length.
"Mmf, Daddy..."
Danny pushed his head back, letting out another soft moan as his hips shifted, trying to get more of that touch. It was difficult not to just let go and give in, right there in the car, but he was trying his best to be good.
The entire drive to Ambrose's home was a torturous torment, leaving Danny feeling more and more worked up until the car finally came to a stop and he was able to breathe again once Ambrose's hand moved away.
The house wasn't a house. It was a villa. Complete with a security gate and guards.
Ambrose rolled up to the gate and rolled down his window, leaning out slightly and not bothering to move his hand from where he was stroking Danny's cock.
"Evenin', boss," the guard said, ducking his head respectfully.
"Good evening, Ricardo," Ambrose replied. "Are they all here?"
"Yes, sir. They arrived a little over an hour ago. Everyone's waiting for you inside," Ricardo replied. Ambrose nodded, turning back to face forward.
"Let them know I've arrived and open the gate," Ambrose ordered. Ricardo nodded and pushed the button to open the security gate.
"Welcome home, boss."
Despite his excitement over going into Ambrose's... Villa , Danny had been somewhat distracted, his head still spinning from the feel of Ambrose's attention on him.
As they pulled up to the gate, Danny watched as the guard immediately recognized Ambrose and greeted him, calling him "boss".
That made him perk up, the wheels in his head already starting to spin as the gate was opened and they slowly began to drive into the driveway.
"A-Ambrose...?" He questioned softly.
"Yes, precious?" Ambrose replied casually, taking his hand out of Danny's underwear and steering the car to park at the top of the drive, maneuvering around half a dozen other cars parked along the side.
Danny bit his lip to keep a whine from slipping when the man's hand left him, his mind wanting to throw a minor fit because the man stopped.
However he managed to hold himself together, his entire attention now focused on Ambrose and not the massive house they were at.
"Wh...who did the guard mean?" He asked hesitantly, trying to keep his words from stuttering with the force of his curiosity. "When he said everyone was... waiting?"
Ambrose parked the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and picked up his phone from the cupholder.
"My men," he replied, opening the door to get out. He walked around to help Danny out of the car, holding a hand out for him.
After unbuckling his own seatbelt, Danny took Ambrose's hand and got out of the car, looking around and just trying to process his new surroundings.
"Your... Men ..." Danny repeated softly, looking up at the other man as a feeling of uneasiness started creeping up to join his previous excitement, his stomach feeling suddenly full of knots.
This was the final test. If Danny could handle this, could keep his damn mouth shut, then Ambrose would collar him that same night. But it all rode on whether or not Danny could handle being in the same room as made men.
Ambrose led Danny up the steps to the front door, one of the guards outside of it opening it for them with a nod. Ambrose walked into his villa, one hand on Danny's back, and took a deep breath. Show time.
The foyer was large, massive really, and they walked through it into a luxurious living room filled with men in suits and cigar smoke.
"Gentlemen," Ambrose greeted, his French accent thicker than usual. The other six men all stood from their seats, inclining their heads.
Danny felt his heart sink when they walked into the living room, his gaze darting around. The last thing that he had expected was for so many men to suddenly be there, all of them looking over and taking notice of him when he and Ambrose entered.
He could feel their gazes roaming over his body, scrutinizing and appraising him like he was object and the attention made him feel like a butterfly pinned against the board, vulnerable and unable to squirm free.
"Who's the broad, boss?" one man asked in a thick New Yorker accent. Ambrose shot him a glare.
"This is Danny," he said, pulling Danny closer by the hip. "You will speak respectfully of him, Jamie."
"Right, right, sorry... Uh... Danny? Nice to meet you, Danny," Jamie said, keeping his eyes lowered. Ambrose sniffed, rolling his eyes.
"Danny is Under Consideration as my submissive and partner. You all are here as his final test. Behave, won't you? I like this one," Ambrose said, walking over to the arm chair by the fire and sitting in it, pulling Danny down to sit on his knee.
Danny could only nod meekly as he was pulled over to sit on Ambrose's knee, his gaze going back around to look at the other men in the room.
They were all so... Intimidating. They were massive, strong looking, and had a certain aura around them that had Danny's stomach doing all kinds of uncomfortable knots even if he knew that Ambrose would keep him safe.
He felt so small around all the men, tucked close to Ambrose's side and feeling so incredibly vulnerable.
"Final test? What's the test?" another man asked, frowning. "You want us to uh... scare him a bit or somethin'?"
"You'll do no such thing," Ambrose growled, a hand falling protectively on Danny's thigh. "No, you're here to be the proof, that's all."
He turned his head, looking down at Danny in his lap.
"Are you ready, pet?"
Danny met Ambrose's gaze and nodded, his breathing quick and uneven as he tried to calm himself.
"Mmhmm... Yes, I'm ready, Daddy..." Danny answered quietly, letting out a soft exhale as he looked back out at the men in the room.
There was a snicker from the back of the room and Ambrose shot his men another glare.
"Who are we?" he asked, loudly. The six immediately straightened, looking ahead like soldiers.
" Nous sommes la famille criminelle Cromwell, " they answered in unison. Ambrose smirked a bit, running his hand over Danny's leg soothingly.
"In English , my friends, he doesn't speak French yet," Ambrose corrected. "I ask again. Who are we?"
"We are the Cromwell crime family," the men replied in English.
Danny's eyes widened in a sort of... Disbelief ? Something akin to that... As he realized what was going on in that instant.
He leaned more into Ambrose, the protective hand on his thigh feeling like a lifeline as he listened... God . He was in a crime family?! Danny didn't know how to process that sort of information, his gaze darting around the room at all the mobsters in the house, each one of them eyeing him curiously.
Ambrose pulled his phone out and opened it, dialing 911 but not hitting the call button. He held the phone out to Danny.
"You thought my style was just aesthetic," he murmured. "But I am the heir to the Cromwell mafia, Danny. My father is the Don. I am the Underboss in control of Southern California. The net worth I told you about before? The 12 million? That's just what I make as a music producer. I am much more than just that , and it can all be yours too if you want it to be."
He pushed the phone into Danny's hand the 911 still on the screen and waiting to be called.
"Or, you can turn me in," Ambrose continued quietly. "You can be the upstanding citizen and bring down my operation right here and now. The choice is yours."
Danny's heart was pounding against his chest like it was trying to escape, his breaths coming out in short gasps as the sudden rush of adrenaline hit him.
His brain went blank for a few seconds as he stared down at the phone in his hand, the 911 call ready and waiting to be made.
This was a crossroads he'd never expected to find himself in and he had no idea what to do.
"I want you, Danny," Ambrose murmured, pressing his nose to Danny's neck. "I want you badly . I want you to be on my arm, be in my bed, and only mine. I want you to wear my collar and my ring and my pendant. I want you to have a card to my account, a car I bought for you, anything you want. I could buy you the entire fucking city, baby, if you wanted me to."
Ambrose slid his hands up Danny's sides, pulling the sable fur coat aside a bit to allow his hands to touch that lovely silk shirt that was just a bit too small.
"I could give you everything you've ever wanted. I could make your band the biggest in the world, I could fund your tours, I could buy you your own record label."
His hands trailed up Danny's stomach as he pressed a kiss to the blonde's neck.
"Or, you could make that call. You could turn me in and I'd let you. And you walk out of here with a clean conscience and return to the life you have now - without me in it. The choice is yours."
Danny inhaled and exhaled shakily, still feeling overwhelmed by all he'd learned and trying to understand it.
The offer was almost... Too good to be true . The idea of having that kind of money, that power, to have a collar around his neck and a ring on his finger was beyond what he thought he'd ever be able to have with someone.
He took a few minutes to just soak it all in, breathing deeply and trying to control the emotions swirling around in his head, his fingers tightening around the phone.
He knew that the life of a mobster was dangerous.
More than that.
It was brutal and bloody.
But was he willing to give it all a chance, to see where it led to?
Was he willing to see what it was like to be loved by a mob boss?
Or did he want to stay safe, go free, and forget he ever came onto the island?
Those were the questions spinning through his head as he closed his eyes and tried to find the words that needed saying.
He took a moment, took one last deep breath, before finally replying, "If I stay, what... what would be expected of me?" He said quietly, his grip on the phone tight as he tried to ignore the fact that his hand was shaking.
Ambrose pressed another kiss to his neck, humming slightly.
"You'd be mine," he murmured. "And with that come authority - to an extent. You wouldn't be able to order hits or jobs, but you'd be treated with the same respect and dignity that I am treated with. You'd be the equivalent of my mob wife - yes, wife because that's the unfortunate term for it. You'd get my collar, my ring, my authority, my name . And all you'd have to do is what I tell you to."
Danny nodded and gave a shaky exhale, his grip on the phone getting just a bit tighter as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was being told.
Mob wife...
He'd be treated with respect, authority, and dignity, he'd get a ring and his man's name, and he'd get his collar. He'd have everything he'd ever wanted - and at the cost of just... Listening to what he was told.
It was so simple it almost made him shiver in excitement.
"And you'll be mine, too," he murmured, his words coming out as something of a realization as he slowly started to get in a certain mode. "You'll be the one to come home to me, the one who protects me, who takes care of me ."
Ambrose growled a bit, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pulled Danny closer.
"Just you," he replied. "I don't do mistresses like my father does. I saw what it did to my mother. If I have you, it'll be just you. And yes, I'd be yours too."
Just you...
Danny's heart skipped a beat, his whole body trembling as he exhaled slowly.
"And you'll love me?" He asked, the words coming out in a soft, needy little whine.
Ambrose's hands slid up Danny's chest and back down, his nose pressing to the blonde's neck again.
"I would love you," he promised. "Maybe not at first, but I can very easily see myself loving you, Danny. All you have to do is tell me you want this. Or... You can make that call. Hit dial, right now, and you can walk out of here without any of my men stopping you. Call the police, be the good citizen that turns me in, or be mine . It's a very simple choice."
He nodded and inhaled deeply, still holding the phone tight in his hand as he looked down at it, his thumb brushing over the screen in an absent minded gesture.
"I want to be yours," he replied softly. "I want to be your mob wife, I want to be your pet, your baby boy... I want to be owned by you, Daddy."
Ambrose felt a rush of satisfaction and reached out to pluck the phone from Danny's hands. He locked it, tossing it aside.
"Stand up, baby," he murmured.
Danny obeyed immediately, his hands falling at his sides as he stood there.
He didn't say anything, his green gaze wide and nervous as he met Ambrose's gaze and waited.
Ambrose rose from the armchair and reached into the interior pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a bundle of folded papers and held them out to Danny.
"You sign this," he said sternly. "And you're mine. Tony, bring me the box from my desk."
Tony, one of the associates in the room, immediately went over to Ambrose's office down the hall to get the box.
Danny took the papers from Ambrose, his eyes flicking down to them, his mind already spinning as his eyes started going over the words.
The sound of Tony's footsteps coming back down the hall only put more tension in his body, tension that only got worse when he saw the black box in the man's hand.
Ambrose took the box and offered Danny a pen, clicking it before holding it out to the blonde.
"Your signature is all I need," he said quietly. "And then I'm yours, Danny."
Danny's hand was shaking as he took the pen, his eyes going back down to the contract that he'd only gotten a few minutes to read.
He knew he should take his time, really think about this, think about all the risks - the danger he was getting into.
But he couldn't bring himself to.
He just couldn't.
He wanted this too badly.
Danny swallowed hard and looked at the line for his signature, his fingers shaking as he signed his name.
Ambrose watched each letter intently and when Daniel Rose Murillo was finally signed on the page, Ambrose handed the contract off to Tony.
"File that and have it notarized in the morning," he ordered. Finally, he turned back to Danny and opened the box in his hands, lifting the lid.
Inside, resting on the velvet lining, was a sleek black leather collar with two twin rubies inlaid into the gold name plate in the center. On the plate red Rose .
Danny gasped and watched with wide eyes as he saw the collar, his head tilting down to look at it with barely concealed excitement.
It was beautiful. Simple and elegant and his . His eyes looked up to meet Ambrose's, a deep hunger flaring to life in them as realization struck of what he'd just signed himself up for.
Ambrose took the collar from the box and handed the box off to Jamie.
"Turn around, pet," he murmured, unbuckling the clasp.
Danny obeyed immediately and slowly turned around, his breath coming out in quick gasps as he waited.
His legs felt like jell-o and his whole body was shaking, anticipation and excitement making his head spin as he waited.
Ambrose pulled the fur coat off Danny's shoulders enough to have better access to his neck. Then he carefully draped the collar around Danny's neck, dragging it slowly up into place like he was putting on an expensive necklace rather than a symbol of ownership. He was careful of the gold chain of Danny's rose pendant that Ambrose had given him on their first date, buckling the collar into place. His thumb twisted the lock on the buckle into place, preventing it from being removed without the combination.
"There," he murmured, putting his hands on Danny's upper arms and leaning down to kiss the leather of the collar. "You're mine now, precious. My Danny, my Rose. Are you happy?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm so very happy," he murmured in a soft whimper.
He was so very happy, a rush of emotions going through him as he felt the weight and pressure of the collar around his throat. It was perfect , better than he'd ever imagined, even after thinking about it during the private playroom and since then.
His knees finally gave out on him and he fell back into Ambrose's arms.
Ambrose caught him with a chuckle, wrapping his big, muscular arms around Danny's smaller body and hauling him up against his chest.
"That's my boy," he murmured, kissing Danny's forehead. "Now let's get you out of that coat, princess, Daddy's going to introduce you to his associates."
It felt good, Ambrose realized, to finally be able to treat Danny like he was really his now. It had been hard to hold back, but now, he didn't have to.
Ambrose slid Danny's fur coat off and tossed it onto the sofa, running his hands down Danny's sides and back.
Danny could only bite his lip to keep from making any sounds, the urge to bury himself into Ambrose's chest and just melt against him making him shiver.
He didn't want to move away from him, didn't want to be parted for even a millisecond. It was as if every fiber of his being craved to be even minutely close to his Daddy Dom, a feeling that scared him a bit.
But God, he just wanted to stay against his strong, warm body, close his eyes, and be his.
Ambrose sat with Danny on the couch, pulling the smaller man into his lap and shifting until they were both comfortable. Once settled, one by one, Ambrose's men came forward to introduce themselves to Danny respectfully. Pressing a kiss to Danny's knuckles and to Ambrose's ring, giving their name (Tony, Jamie, Anton, Gregor, Louis, and Sammy), and paying respects.
Ambrose was used to it, of course, as the Don's eldest son, but having Danny shown the same respect was invigorating .
Danny wasn't prepared for the way it would make him feel.
Every man made a point to go the extra mile for him. They greeted him gently , like he was a precious gift that they didn't want to accidentally harm. Each and every one of them kissed his knuckles, as well as Ambrose's ring, with what looked more like reverence than respect.
It was completely foreign to him. He'd never known what it was like being treated in such a way before, and it was a very heady experience.
When they were finished, Ambrose stood with Danny and took him upstairs. The villa was massive, but Ambrose forewent the tour in favor of getting Danny to his bedroom.
"Now that you're mine," Ambrose said, opening his bedroom door and steering Danny inside. "I don't want you living in those shitty apartments, Danny. They're alright, but they aren't good enough for you."
Danny nodded in agreement, looking around the bedroom of the villa and letting out a small breath.
In all honesty, he agreed in a heartbeat. He was used to living on a shoestring budget, but now that he had a Daddy and he was a mob wife... It only made sense that he needed better living arrangements.
"Yeah... Y-Yeah, yeah, the apartments are shitty," he agreed, stepping more into the bedroom and looking around.
The room was large and spacious with a big bed, a walk in closet, and curtains hanging over a glass door that led out onto a massive balcony with what looked like a hot tub.
"Then would you consider moving in here with me?" Ambrose asked, pulling Danny over to the bed. "You could have your own room if being in mine is uncomfortable for you."
Danny sat on the bed and shook his head.
"I don't want my own room, I-" He caught himself and immediately tried to backtrack.
He didn't know if it was allowed. He didn't know if that would be too clingy or needy, but he was already getting attached to Ambrose. Already wanting to be with him all the time.
But...
No.
He wasn't going to backtrack. He couldn't do it.
"I... Daddy, I want to stay with you in your bed. I don't want my own room. I... I don't wanna be apart from you. I don't want to be alone. I'm sorry if I'm being needy..."
Ambrose groaned quietly, pulling Danny closer and leaning over him on the bed. He kissed Danny's collarbone, hot and wet, and licked up to the new collar on his neck.
"I'd want you in my bed," he murmured. "I want you needy and clingy, Danny. You're mine, I want you to be mine ." Ambrose pushed Danny back onto the bed, hovering over him. "Would you, then? Agree to move in with me?"
Danny let out a shuddering gasp as he was pushed back into the bed, his breath leaving him in a whine as he looked up at the older man.
His head spun with how intensely hot it was to be beneath Ambrose, completely pinned to the mattress. He couldn't help the needy whine that left him. He wanted this.
"Yes. Yes , I'll move in with you, please!"
"Fuck," Ambrose groaned, latching his mouth over Danny's neck and sliding a hand up his skirt. "You're fucking gorgeous, Rose... Come here, let me make you feel good."
Ambrose hiked Danny's skirt up and dragged the lace panties he was wearing down his legs, moaning slightly as Danny bounced free. Ambrose leaned forward, licking Danny from base to tip.
One hand fisted in the sheets while the other fisted in a wad of dark hair in response, the cry of, "Daddy!" leaving him in a desperate whimper he couldn't control. That was how he was; completely and utterly at Ambrose's mercy, unable to not want to be owned by the older man.
"Yes, Daddy, please, please, please ..." Danny whined, his free hand trembling as it buried its fingers into the silky softness of the other man's hair.
Ambrose hummed, taking Danny's cock into his mouth and sucking. He wasn't usually the one doing this, but he'd be damned if he didn't reward his new submissive for being so fucking good.
Ambrose wrapped his big hand around Danny's cock, sucking and stroking.
Danny could feel the sweat that was pooling around his neck as he trembled and shuddered underneath the older man, the feelings and sensations washing over him and leaving him helplessly lost.
He was so overwhelmed, but it felt so good . His thighs parted more without a single thought, and his breath came out in little gasps as his eyes fluttered shut. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ..."
Ambrose pulled away just enough so lick at Danny's tip again, reaching up with his free hand to press two fingers to Danny's mouth.
"Suck," he ordered before going back to bobbing his head over Danny's cock.
It was instinct at that point to eagerly submit to the command, Danny's tongue flickering out to circle around the two digits before they pushed into his mouth and he began sucking on them.
He wanted to be good for his Daddy, wanted to be perfect.
He tried to keep his noises back as he sucked on the fingers, but that was impossible. Little needy sounds escaped around the calloused digits, his free hand still gripped in a wad of fabric and pulling on the sheets underneath them.
When his fingers were thoroughly wetted, Ambrose pulled them from Danny's mouth and brought them down to press against the blonde's hole. He groaned as he pressed his fingers inside Danny, sucking a bit more eagerly on Danny's cock.
He tasted like sweat and salt and soap and precum and it made Ambrose's brain just a bit more foggy, needing to have more of the gorgeous fucking man on his bed.
His back arched as he cried out, the feeling of those thick fingers inside of him overwhelming in the best way. He was overwhelmed with how incredibly full he felt. And he was already addicted to it. He pressed down, pressing his hips further against those fingers, needing more, wanting more, just needing more. His Daddy's fingers were amazing, but they weren't enough. He didn't want just the fingers, he wanted something else. He was hungry.
"Daddy, pl-please, ah... Daddy, I need you... I need you..."
Ambrose pumped his fingers deeper into Danny, licking up his shaft again.
"Patience, pet," he murmured. "This is your reward for being so good for me tonight. You don't want to rush your reward, do you?"
Tears pricked at the edge of his eyes at the word 'pet' leaving Ambrose's mouth again. And he could only whine and nod weakly in agreement, not wanting to rush. He was trying so so damn hard to be good.
"No, Daddy, I... I don't wanna rush. I just... I want you, please ."
Ambrose hummed, curling his fingers inside Danny.
"Well, if that's what my Rose wants, who am I to deny him?" he said, licking around Danny's tip again before pulling his fingers out and standing up.
"Strip for me, baby."
Despite the fact he was trembling and still whining and whimpering, he pushed himself up, his own hands going to work as he reached down the front of the skirt to tug at the strings that were keeping it together.
He was nervous, but it was so intensely arousing to him.
"O-okay, Daddy," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to look at Ambrose.
Danny pulled off his skirt and the silk shirt and his boots while Ambrose went to his bedside table for the lube. However, Ambrose paused.
He hadn't been fully naked with Danny since that first night in the playroom. He had been detached and trying not to get too close in case things didn't work out between them.
But that wasn't a problem anymore.
Ambrose set the lube on the bedside table and pulled off his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of the armchair in the corner and unbuttoning his shirt.
Danny's attention was completely caught by the sight of Ambrose slowly unbuttoning his shirt. This was the first time he'd gotten to see so much of the older man's skin, and it was stunning.
The smooth tan, the muscle, the tattoos, and those dark eyes. It was all absolutely amazing. All of it completely mesmerizing.
He wanted. He wanted so damn badly.
Ambrose tossed his shirt aside and toed off his shoes, unbuckling his belt. He wasn't self conscious, he wasn't shy. But when he dropped his pants and underwear and Danny's eyes went wide, Ambrose practically swelled with pride. He knew he looked good, well muscled and toned, covered in tattoos and a few scars, and his cock was impressive too. But seeing the singer's jaw drop made him feel good too.
Ambrose stepped back over to the bed, grabbing the lube again and uncapping it.
"Lay back and spread your legs for me, baby," he murmured. Another first for them. Thus far, Ambrose had only taken Danny from behind, like the act of looking at each other had been too intimate. Not anymore.
Danny swallowed hard and laid back onto the bed, his legs opening wide to allow room for Ambrose to settle between them. He was on display. He was laid out for the taking. He was offered to Ambrose, all those marks on his thighs, his hard leaking cock, and soft skin all there for the older man to take.
"You..." He had to take another moment to find the words. "You're beautiful... You're so beautiful, Daddy..."
"Fuck..." Ambrose groaned, eyes raking over Danny's naked body. "You're gorgeous, baby boy..."
Ambrose squirted the lube onto his palm and stroked himself, covering his cock thoroughly.
Then he climbed up onto the bed, grabbing one of Danny's legs under the back of his knee and hauling it up.
"I'm going to ruin you," he growled, nipping at Danny's collarbone. "No one is ever going to touch you again, you hear me? You're mine now, Rose."
Ambrose pressed against Danny's entrance with a groan.
Danny gasped and arched at the feeling of it, his head lolling back against the bed, fingers grabbing at the sheets once again, trying to keep himself grounded as he was entered slowly, steadily.
All he had was words. He couldn't form a single thought other than, "Yes, yes, anything you want, I'm yours, yours, yours ..."
Just like that, he was ruined, completely lost in the sensations and the pleasure.
Ambrose thrust forward with a heady moan, head falling to Danny's neck and shoulder, the leather of Danny's collar pressing to Ambrose's cheek. His hips moved then, faster and harder, as his cock sank deep into the submissive.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Ambrose panted. "Feel so good on my cock, baby boy, so fucking good for me..."
Ambrose hooked Danny's legs around his waist, driving harder into the blonde.
"O-oh g-god..." The words were gasped out between sharp little mewls, his body shuddering uncontrollably under the older man, his own hands grasping onto broad muscled shoulders, needing to hold on to something, needing something to keep him grounded.
He needed Ambrose , he needed him so very badly.
"Don't stop... Don't- please, don't stop, Daddy..."
Ambrose grunted, his pace punishing and hard as he captured Danny's mouth in a demanding kiss. His tongue pushed into the singer's mouth greedily, drinking up the little moans and mewls.
His hands grabbed at Danny's hips, holding him in place as Ambrose pounded into his tight little ass.
His fingers were gripping at the nape of the older man's hair now, his eyes half closed as he gasped and gasped into the kiss, his own tongue meeting Ambrose's in a dance he never wanted to end. He loved it, he loved every second of being under him. He was so needy, and if he was going to be honest with himself, a big part of that neediness, a massive part of him wanted to feel all messed up on Monday. He wanted that soreness, he wanted to be left trembling and shaking. He desperately wanted to sit through a business meeting or recording session and have to hide it.
Ambrose shifted, angling his hips differently to hit Danny's prostate with each thrust. Sweat dripped from his forehead to Danny's cheek. One hand came up to fist in Danny's hair, holding him closer as Ambrose kissed him roughly.
He could feel the pleasure building, his release fast approaching. Finally, he pulled away from the kiss just a bit.
"Touch yourself, Danny," Ambrose growled. "Touch yourself while I fuck you."
And he obeyed. Immediately, he obeyed. He reached down and grasped his cock, letting out a cry of pure, undiluted need, his hand moving quickly, desperately. This was how he wanted it. This was how he wanted to be. Just a desperate, needy mess that needed to be completely ruined.
Just a mess, just a mess for his Daddy.
"Daddy, Daddy, I'm so close-"
Ambrose leaned forward more, nipping at Danny's ear and panting heavily against it.
"Cum for me," he growled, lapping at Danny's sweaty skin. "Cum for me, Danny, and I'll fill you up."
And it didn't take much after that. Just that tone alone, the rough almost command of "Cum for me" was just enough, and it only took a few more moments before Danny's body was tensing.
He came, hard and intense and uncontrollably. His head tipped back against the bed, his hand a mess as he spilled his seed and his voice cracking on one single, desperate word.
"Daddy...!"
" Fuck yes, " Ambrose grunted, pounding into Danny a few more times as he rode out the singer's orgasm. Danny's ass tightened and Ambrose threw his head back with a groan as he thrust forward one last time, as deep as he could, and emptied himself into Danny.
"Fuuuuckk..." Ambrose groaned, sagging slightly. He carefully pulled out before he collapsed next to Danny, pulling the smaller man into his chest as he laid on his side.
The small singer was completely overwhelmed, breathless and shuddering as he was pulled up against that strong chest, his own head burying itself against that shoulder with a soft moan. He was completely lost in the feeling of being owned, of being claimed completely, and it was so incredibly satisfying to him.
He was absolutely ruined, but it was exactly what he wanted.
Ambrose pressed a kiss to Danny's hair, closing his eyes as he finally relaxed fully.
No more walls, no more caution, no more tests. Danny was his.
It took a few moments, but eventually, Danny lifted his head and pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to Ambrose's neck and jaw before whispering against the man's ear.
"Daddy...?" His tone was low, almost breathless, but still soft and sweet. He wanted to ask for something, but it was something he was embarrassed to ask for.
"Yes, precious?" Ambrose murmured, half asleep but still aware. He slid his hand down Danny's side, looking for the blanket to pull over them.
"I wanna stay like this, can I?" He was still flushed, still trembling, but now his big brown puppy dog eyes were wide as he looked up at his Daddy.
He knew this was a bit clingy. But he needed to feel Ambrose right now. He needed to be wrapped up in those arms, completely surrounded by him, completely surrounded by his scent, completely immersed in him. He needed to have everything that was his Daddy wrapped around him.
Ambrose pulled the blanket up over them both, humming with his eyes closed.
"You can stay like this as long as you want, baby boy," Ambrose murmured, kissing Danny's forehead. "Sleep, precious. You've done so good for me. You were such a good boy. Sleep and tomorrow we can talk about moving your things from that shitass apartment to my villa, okay?"
He nuzzled up against Ambrose, wrapping his arms around him and clinging to him like an octopus. He was tired to the bone, but more relaxed and calm than he had been in ages.
As his eyes slowly closed, he muttered one last, "I like belonging to you," before he dropped off into sleep.
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